(translated from Walther von der Vogelweide)
Under the lime-tree
On the heath
Where I with my true darling sat,
There you could find the
Place we both
Flowers broke and the grass pressed flat.
Before the forest in the vale,
Tandaradeil
Tenderly sang the nightingale.
I had come walking
To the lea,
And my lover already was there.
There I was taken,
Holy Mary!
So I am happy for evermore.
Did he give me many a kiss?
Tandaradei!
See how red my mouth still is.
I and my lover
Broke the flowers
And made ourselves a bed for play.
My heart must laugh at
This joy of ours
If someone comes the selfsame way.
By the roses he may well,
Tandaradei!
Just where my head was lying, tell.
While we lay hid there
If one knew,
Holy God, I for shame would hide,
What, as he kissed,
he Dared to do,
But he alone knows that and I –
And one little bird as well,
Tandaradeil
That will be certain not to tell.
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