Elizabethan Serenade [Hungarian translation]

Where the gentle Avon flows

And a trailing rambler grows

There’s a window shining into the night

And a casement curtain flutters and blows in

candle light

And a girl sits listening there

To a haunting old world air

As if someone played so softly below

All entranced, she hears that sweet serenade of

long ago

All the while her wonder grows

As that music comes and goes

Ah, what magic makes this rare delight?

Her calling awakes the midsummer night

Who can it be playing out there

Playing for me such a sweet air?

Clavicord bells tinkling in time

Why do you chime?

Why do you ring, ding ding?

Tell me, minstrel, tell me the tale of love you sing!

Phantom answer came there none

But she waited on and on

Till her window grew bright with dawn’s early glow

And that bygone lover haunting the night was

silent below

He no longer played that sweet serenade of long ago

The sweet serenade of long ago