Here the fir trees quiver with the weight of their paws
Here restlessly birds trill and call.
You live in an enchanted wood whose iron laws
Say that no one can leave here at all.

Let the white lilacs shake like wind-blown linen sheer
Let the lilac petals fall like rain falls.
Still, I will take you away from here
To a palace where flute music calls.

For a thousand years wizards have stood
Hiding your world from me and from light
And you think that other than this enchanted wood
Nothing can be a lovelier sight.

Let the dawn rise on leaves without dew on them clear
Let the moon and sky quarreling be.
Still I will take you away from here
To a mansion with a view of the sea.

What hour, what week, what particular day
Will you come to me without a sound?
When I in my arms will take you away
To the place that cannot be found?

I will steal you if theft is what pleases your heart -
Have I wasted my strength so mistaken?
Consent, then, but to paradise in a hut
If the mansion and palace are taken!