Earth in heavenly rest is sleeping,
Moon and stars their watch are keeping
Where a garden, bright with flowers,
Slumbers through the midnight hours.
Good-night!
There, with moonbeams shining o'er it,
Stands a cottage, and before it,
On a leafy linden spray,
Sings a bird its tender lay.
Good-night! Good night!
In her bower the maid lies dreaming
Of the flowers around her gleaming,
Heaven's own peace within her breast,
Angels, watching, guard her rest!
Good-night! Good-night!