Pierrot stands in the garden
 Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
 A fragile silver tune.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
 He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
 Under the cherry tree.

Pierrot plays in the garden,
 And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
 But I love Pierrot.