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