My Only One
Johann Georg Fischer
Thou knowest well, that thou art all I have;
Oh, do not turn thy lovely eyes from me,
When of the joys of love I speak to thee;
For thou art all I have.
Thou knowest well, that thou art all I have;
Why wilt thou envying on the blossoms look,
Withered too soon, and drifting down the brook?
Since thou art all I have.
Thou knowest well, that thou art all I have;
But oh, I feel that thou wilt soon depart,
And leave in loneliness this mournful heart
Though thou art all I have.
Translated by Constance Naden.
