Overhead, the moon is beaming,
White as blossoms on the bough.
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
filling all the air with dreaming;
Would my heart but still it's beating,
Only you can tell it how, beloved;
From your window give me greeting,
Hear my eternal vow.

Soft in the trees lies the echo of my longing,
while all around you my dreams of rapture throng.
My soul, my joy, my hope, my fear,
Your heart must tell you that I am near.
List from above while I pour out my love
For you know through my life you are love'd.
Oh, hear my longing cry, oh, love me or I die!

Overhead, the moon is beaming,
White as blossoms on the bough.
Nothing is heard but the song of a bird
filling all the air with dreaming;
Would my heart but still it's beating,
Only you can tell it how, beloved;
From your window give me greeting,
I swear my eternal love.

"Serenade" from Romberg and Donelly's The Student Prince



thanks to TWoP poster MsJ for the reference