Fair is the night, as clear as day

And on he went, with rapid gait

Grip-ping the book, without a pause

Caverns under ground

The path way now less rug - ged grows

Fair is the night, and spirits love

See now, my seet-heart, here at last

He leapt the wall with sudden power

There crew a cock of morn to tell

O Virgin Mother, gracious be

And at the door there came a knock

Now, when the night so fair doth show

There stood a pile

Nature was clad in gloom of night

Ah, dearest child, how is't with three?

The piet ureon a sudden moves

Where art thou, father, where art thou, father dear?

Introduction

The stroke of midnight soon will sound