The Moonlight Dance

Come, maidens come, to our merry dance, Youth and Beauty come together; Let young hearts meet In converse sweet, At twilight's time, in the summer weather: By the pale light of the thoughtful moon, When all is hushed, save the sighing breeze; In a still and balmy night of June, Under the leaves of the linden trees. There song shall awake its softest tones, Opening all the soul to pleasure; At silent eve Our feet shall weave The jocund dance to its melting measure. Come, maidens come, when the night-bird's tune Is wafted afar on the gentle breeze, Come to our dance, when the watchful moon Shines through the leaves of the linden trees.