Lean Out of the Window

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair,

I hear you singing A merry air.

My book was closed,

I read no more,

Watching the fire dance On the floor.

I have left my book,

I have left my room,

For I heard you singing Through the gloom.

Singing and singing A merry air,

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair.