Der Gang zum Liebchen
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Author: Johannes Brahms
The moon is shining down,
I must really go again
To my sweetheart;
how are things with her?
Oh dear, she is despondent,
and whines and whines
That she will never again
in life see me!

The moon went down,
I hurried briskly--
Hurried so that no one
Should steal my sweetheart away.
O dear doves, o coo,
You gentle breezes, oh blow,
So that no one my sweetheart,
My sweetheart, may steal away.