  O little flowers, you love me so, You could not do without me; O little birds that come and go, You sing sweet songs about me; O little moss, observed by few, That round the tree is creeping, You like my head to rest on you, When I am idly sleeping. O rushes by the river side, You bow when I come near you; O fish, you leap about with pride, Because you think I hear you; O river, you shine clear and bright, To tempt me to look in you; O water lilies, pure and white, You hope that I shall win you. O pretty things, you love me so, I see I must not leave you; You'd find it very dull, I know, I should not like to grieve you. |
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