Silver Lune: First Song

Where my love lies sleeping
I am hast’ning on,
While the shadows round are creeping
I am hast’ning on:
Maybe he is sighing
For that little Indian girl;
Can he hear the crying
Of the little Indian maid?

I am his and he is mine,
Nought can part us ever!
Through the night we roam together,
Ride in arms we know not whither;
I am his and he is mine
For ever!