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.