The Convert / Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

As at sunset I was straying

Silently the wood along,

Damon on his flute was playing,

And the rocks gave back the song,

So la, Ia! &c.

Softly tow'rds him then he drew me;

Sweet each kiss he gave me then!

And I said, "Play once more to me!"

And he kindly play'd again,

So la, la! &c.

All my peace for aye has fleeted,

All my happiness has flown;

Yet my ears are ever greeted

With that olden, blissful tone,

So la, la! &c.