SERENADE From the Broadway Operetta "The Student Prince" (1924) (Sigmund Romberg / Dorothy Donnelly)
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