The fishing boats lie in the bay.

The ripples glitter as the moon shines down,

And all is silent.

A gentle breeze floats o’er the air,

And bears to her, afar, my dreams, my love.

I lie awake in the long still night

And think and dream of her.

Make it soon, O Lord, soon, soon.

That we might once again embrace,

And live and die as one.