Vandring in Skoven
(Folkemelodi fra Langeland)
Min søde Brud, min unge Viv,
Min Kjærlighed, mit Liv!
Kom, Maanen skinner stor og klar,
En Stilhed Natten har,
En Deilighed, en Eensomhed,
Min søde Brud, kom med!
I Bøgeskoven gaae vi To,
Der, hvor Skovmærker groe.
I denne lyse, tause Nat,
Hos Dig, min Verdens Skat,
Jeg er saa glad, saa salig glad,
Duft friske Bøgeblad!
Syng Nattergal! lys Maane klar!
Jeg her al Rigdom har:
Min søde Brud, min unge Viv,
Min Kjerlighed, mit Liv!
Du er saa frisk som Bøgens Hang,
Som Nattergalens Sang,
Saa dyb som Nattens stille Ro,
Her hvor Skovmærker groe,
Hvor maleriske Bøge staae
Og vi ved Maan’skin gaae!
Min søde Brud, min unge Viv,
Min Kjærlighed, mit Liv!
Walk in the woods
(Folk tune from Langeland)
My dear sweet bride, my youthful wife,
My only love, my life!
Come, see the moon shines clear and bright
What stillness has the night,
What loneliness, serenity,
Sweet bride, come, follow me!
Off to the beech wood let us go
To where sweet woodruff grows.
In this still twilight, silent night,
With you, my heart’s delight,
My joy is quite beyond belief,
Smell sweet, fresh beech-tree leaf!
Sing nightingale! Shine moon so clear!
The world’s wealth I have here:
My dear sweet bride, my youthful wife,
My only love, my life!
You are as fresh as beech trees’ hall,
As nightingales’ sweet call,
As deep as night’s calm silent rest,
Here with sweet woodruff dressed,
Where picturesque tall beech trees stand,
Where we walk moon-lit, hand in hand!
My dear sweet bride, my youthful wife,
My only love, my life!
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