Softly through night is calling
Also come my love to me
Sweetly as a song from flowers
Breathes night's balmy air for thee
Softly, softly! Let no sound awaken her!
Through the garden will I lead thee,
Where so oft with me you've been;
Through the garden by the fountain
Where the silver poplars lean
Softly, softly! Let no sound awaken her!
Sweetest flowers there we'll gather -
Fragrant lilies of the vale,
Violets blue and roses crimson,
Mingling sweetness on the gale
Softly, softly! Let no sound awaken her!
When tomorrow's sun awakens
All these flowers will have flown;
But though flowers die and wither,
Love will ever bloom alone.
Softly, softly! Let no sound awaken her!