Mädchen mit dem roten Mündchen

Girl whose mouth is red and laughing;
Girl whose eyes are soft and bright,
All my being moves about you,
Thinking of you day and night.

Long, how long, this winter evening;
And I yearn the whole night through
To be sitting, talking lightly,
In the little room with you.

To my lips I would be pressing,
Love, your slender, tender hand;
And my tears would tremble, blessing
That beloved and blessed hand.