I “EIN FICHTENBAUM” A fir-tree standeth lonely On a barren northern height, Asleep, while winter covers His rest with robes of white. In dreams, he sees a palm-tree In the golden morning-land; She droops alone and silent In burning wastes of sand. II “DU BIST WIE EINE BLUME” Fair art thou as a flower And innocent and shy: I look on thee and sorrow; I grieve, I know not why. I long to lay, in blessing, My hand upon thy brow, And pray that God may keep thee As fair and pure as now.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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