Rusalka Op. 114

Silver moon high in the summer sky All through the night pierce your rays This sleeping world, you wander by Shining on our homes and ways This sleeping world, you wander by Shining on our homes and ways Oh moon where past you glide Tell me oh where does my loved one bide Oh moon where past you glide Tell me oh where does my loved one bide Tell him oh tell him my silver moon Mine are the arms that shall hold him That between waking and sleeping he may Know of the love that awaits him May between waking and sleeping, he may Know of the love that awaits him Oh moon light his path far away Tell him oh tell him who does for him stay Oh moon light his path far away Tell him oh tell him who does for him stay Human soul, should it dream of me Let by memory wakened be Oh moon, my silver moon Do not wane! Oh moon! Moon! Do not wane!