'til the cool of day I flee
Find me in the shadows
Posts of silver there may be
I prefer the meadow
Dripping honey, running free
Can you hear the dove song?
In the vineyards blossoming
Nature sings her love song
Like a lily among thorns
Like an apple tree among the great pines of the forest
So my beloved is to me
'til the beating sun has fled
Gone with it the shadows
Junipers above our bed
I'll be there tomorrow