Intro :
At night, when the lake, is a mirror
And the moon rides the waves to the shore
A single soul sets his voice singing
Con tent to be slightly for lorn
A song rises over the lilies
Sweeps high to clear over the reeds
And over the bulrushes' swaying
To pluck at a pair of heart strings
Two voices now they are singing
Then ten as the melody soars
Round the shimmering pond all are joining in song
As it carries their reverie on
Instrumental :
Over the treetops and mountains
Over the blackened ravines
Then softly it falls by a house near a stream
And over the garden wall
To thee