Sweet maid, I love you truly!  
Oh give your heart to me!  
I'd part more easily from life,
much easier than from you!
Don't turn away, my dear,  
Oh don't turn away;  
Whatever comes to pass
I'll love you unto my death!

The lark will forget to sing his song   
at the mornings first light,   
before your eyes see me untrue,
before I forget you!
Don't turn away, my love,
oh, don't turn away!  
Whatever comes to pass
I'll love you unto my death!

A squire with a black steed   
before the Count Hofthor stood,   
an attractive knight came from the castle,
and jumped turned on the centime.
  His arms shone in the sunshine,   
and he sang out to south and North:  
"How beautiful the life of a knight young and fine,   
he loves and rides away."
  A young lady looked down from her tower
and heard the knight's chant;   
and she paced, crying up and down
and wringing her hands.
"You swore to be eternally true to me,
oh!  Do you give your word so?
O stay, my dear knight!
O dearest, don't ride away!"
The knight heeds not her woe,
he waves to her with scorning sound:  
"Farewell, my sweet one, farewell!"
And merrily he departs.
  And merrily he rides off through field and grove,
and sang forth to south and North:
"How beautiful the life of a knight young and fine,
oh keep you well, young lady,
he loves and rides away."

Come, come, and away on the mountain heights,
up among the friendly trees,
Come, come, and away on the mountain heights,
where the waters flow delightfully;
and such beauty, my love,
blooms on your cheek,
like the rose, that opens in the morning,
and the zephyr that wafts through flowered vales,
and drinks the pearls of the night.  

  Come, come, and away on the mountain heights,
up among the friendly trees,
Come, come, and away on the mountain heights,
where the waters flow delightfully;
Come, come, and away to the rocky crags,
where the red deer leaps merrily,
and merrily the echo resounds,
with sounds of the hunter's horn
and such beauty, my love,
blooms on your cheek,
like the rose, that opens in the morning,
and the zephyr that wafts through flowered vales,
and drinks the pearls of the night.

  Come, come, and away on the mountain heights,
up among the friendly trees,
Come, come, and away on the mountain heights,
where the waters flow delightfully;