Abend auf dem Fluss
Evening on the River

Modern Times CD

Bethge

Only a single cloud is crossing the evening sky;
Only one boat is floating on the river - I am in it alone.

Now the young moon is rising; a round, silver shield;
In the river, in ghostly motion, I can see its magic image.

Then the dark cloud grows light and floats in sweet peace
Then I feel all pain recede. O moon, that was you!