An deine schneeweisse Schulter

Upon your snow-white shoulder
My weary head's at rest,
And I can hear the longing
That stirs within your breast.

The blue Hussars come bugling,
Come riding past your door;
And to-morrow, my love, you'll leave me
And I shall see you no more.

But though you will leave me to-morrow,
To-day you are wholly mine;
To-day you shall bless me doubly,
Closer your arms shall twine.