Lean Out Of The Window

Lean out of the window,

Goldenhair,

I heard 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.