Come, my darling, oh, come to mother,
Come for an hour and go;
For the stars which gaze upon one another—
Only the stars shall know.
Fair was the spring you left behind,
Born of a teeming womb;
And now once more has a gentle wind
Breathed, and the gardens bloom.
Come, my darling, oh, come for an hour—
Quick e’er the night is done;