Franz Schubert Serenade

Serenade Silently my songs beg Through the night to you; Down into the quiet grove, Darling, come to me Whispering, slim treetops rustle In the moonlight; The hostile eavesdropper s ear maid, fear not Do you hear the Nightingales singing Oh they implore you, With the sounds of sweet laments They Plead for me. They understand the bosom s longing, Know love s pain, Stirring with their silvery tones Every soft heart. Let them also stir your breast, Darling, listen to me Trembling I awaited you. Come, make me happy