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.