The linden-tree stands all benign,
Its branches spread so fair.
I love the sight of its design,
Its gentle heart-shape, debonair.
Its tender leafs enhance the blue;
With rustling voices by the breeze
They chant their merry hymns and true
In praise of heaven, earth and trees.
A charming fragrance fills the air,
Which gladly with my soul agrees:
Abundance of flowers, free of any care
Bemuse so many honey-sucking bees.
If only we would meet somewhere
Its divine essence may grant us peace.