My dear love, she waits for me,
None other my world is adorning;
My true love I come to thee,
My dear, the white star of the morning.
Eagles, spread out your wings,--
Behold where the red dawn is breaking!
Hark, ‘tis my darling sings,
The flowers, the song-birds, awaking--
See, where she comes to me,
My love, ah, my dear love!