Marie

Lyrics

Marie, I see thee fairest one As in a garden fair Before thee flowers and blossoms play Tossed by soft evening air The pilgrim passing on his way Bows low before thy shrine; Thou art, my child, like one sweet prayer So good, so fair, so pure almost divine How sweetly now the flowrets raise Their eyes to thy dear glance; The fairest flower on which I gaze Is thy dear countenance The evening bells are greeting thee With sweetest melody O may no storm e'еr crush thy flowers Or break thy heart, Mariе!