Behind the linden tree,
Behind the linden tree
Grows soft green grass,
Upon the edge of the meadow,
As if in a summer dream,
A maiden with red curls often sat [there].

She thought of him,
She thought of him
When blue-jacketed lads came across the field,
And she kept watch
Until late into the night,
Until the stars [appeared] on the wide canopy of heaven.

Moon upon moon has passed,
Moon upon moon has passed,
And she still sits behind the tree,
Upon which no leaf hangs any longer,
That the wind could catch yet,
But she weeps and hardly notices.

Behind the linden tree,
Behind the linden tree
Lies soft, white snow,
Upon the edge of the meadow,
As if in a winter dream
A nameless heartache dies.