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This set of words not great, but also not copyright. Well, actually my own translation/paraphrase, so I guess copyright is mine in theory, but I don't believe in being precious about such things.


Quietly pleading, quietly singing
Through the night to thee;
Though the grove at quiet evening
Come, my love, to me

Under trees that whisper softly
In the moonlight clear;
Fear thou not the eyes that wray thee
Fear thou not, my dear.

Hark! The nightingales they call thee,
Ah! They cry to thee
Sweetly crying, sweetly singing,
Calling thee to me.

Ah! They know the pains so heart-sore,
Know the pains of love,
Sliver tones to calm the suff'rings
Tender hearts to move.

Let them now thy soul enrapture,
Dearest! Hid by night
Trembling now I wait thy coming
Ah! My life's delight!