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 the window, 

Goldenhair.