Ever,
Stir and
The reeds and
By the river:
Ever, ever,
As if in dream,
The lone moon's
Sleeks the stream.
What old sorrow,
What lost love,
Moon, reeds, rushes,
Dream you of?
Ever,
Stir and
The reeds and
By the river:
Ever, ever,
As if in dream,
The lone moon's
Sleeks the stream.
What old sorrow,
What lost love,
Moon, reeds, rushes,
Dream you of?