Floret Silva Nobilis
Carl Orff
The Noble Forest Blooms
The noble forest blooms
With flowers and leaves.
Where is my old
Friend?
He has ridden away,
Alas, who will love me?
The forest blooms everywhere,
After my companions I am woe.
The forest greens all around,
Where is my companion so long?
He has ridden away,
Alas, who should love me?
