MY lover's lute has golden strings,
Bright as the sunlight in the air,
My lover touches them and sings
His happy music everywhere.
My lover's eyes see very far,
Through the great toiling in the street,
To where the sea and mountains are,
And all the land lies still and sweet.
My lover's lips are very kind,
He smiles on all who pass him by,
And all who pass him, leave behind
A greeting, with a smile or sigh.
My lover's heart, ah none may say
How tenderly it beats for me,
And, if I took my love away,
How silent all its song would be.