At Her Window. Take me to the window of the girl. Where my love does dwell. Take me to her window. Where her dreams I long to tell. To the window of the maiden. I wish to serenade. Like a bird at dawn,In the branches by the glade. Singing sweetly in the morning. As the river gently flows,In the early light of day. Where my heartfelt music grows. Singing like a little bird. At the break of dawn. In the branches by the river. A love song softly drawn.