♪ The sun descending in the west,
the evening star does shine.
The
birds are silent in their nests,
and I must seek for mine.
The moon like a flower in heaven's high bower,
with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
The birds are silent in their nests,
and I must seek for mine.
The moon like a flower in heaven's high bower,
with silent delight sits and smiles on the night.
