In fair Schönbrunn’s golden halls, I was raised in gentle light. Music, dancing, smiling faces— I have never known sorrow. What is marriage truly like? What kind of man waits for me? How much longer may I stay In the homeland that I love? Mignonne, allons voir si la rose Qui ce matin avait déclose Sa robe de pourpre au soleil, A point perdu cette vesprée Les plis de sa robe pourprée Et son teint au vôtre pareil. Just a little longer still, Let me breathe Vienna’s air. Beloved Schönbrunn Palace, Crystal fountains shining bright, Alpine winds through blooming gardens— How I love this place so dearly. What is the French court like, I wonder? I hope the people there are kind. Will I find a gentle friend, Someone I can whisper secrets to? Just a little longer still, Let me breathe Vienna’s air. Beloved Schönbrunn Palace— How I love this place so dearly.
