Purple night fades as clouds go 'way

Young lovers dream of day

Shall the elf king go round the horn

To save his queen in morn?

Can we fly up in the sky? Only in our dreams

While still night clings to its dark

With the far call of the lark

Tiptoe lightly through the hedge

To swear the sacred pledge

Is there more beyond the shore? More than what it seems

Undines swim slowly in pools of clear water

Venture to far lands, his queen, they have got her

And how can light dispel the night? Ride upon sunbeams