The linden leaves have fallen,
And their scent has gone astray.
The moon no longer shines so bright,
Nor do the sunbeams in the day.

For there is an absence in my heart,
And the emptiness cannot be filled,
And though my father thinks he can,
Our love will never be killed.

For it is like a budding rose,
Whose life has just begun,
And though so frail it may appear,
It thrives under the sun.

Its petals laden with frost at night,
But it fades at the first light of dawn.
Though the love it resembles will not fade,
As the dew every morn has done.

I must break free to go to you,
For I cannot bear another day,
Another night with no joy,
Another star’s light gone astray.

The joy quickly fades from the dusk,
Though once I danced below the moon,
And once the star beams filled my heart,
With love, but it has gone so soon.

So now my heart is surely pight,
I must away for my heart is calling,
For my heart cannot bear the sight,
Of another morn for the linden leaves have fallen.

Alas, the linden leaves have fallen.