I am the shepherd lad from the mountain,
I gaze down upon all the castles.
The sun shines the soonest here,
And it tarries the longest here with me,
I am the lad from the mountain!
 
Here is the cradle of the river,
I drink from it where it springs freshly from the rocks,
It rushes along the cliff in a wild torrent,
I catch it in my arms.
I am the lad from the mountain!
 
The mountain, it belongs to me,
There the storms travel all around,
And though they howl from north and south,
My song nevertheless drowns them out.
I am the lad from the mountain!
 
If thunder and lightning be below,
Here I stand high in the blue;
I know them and I call to them:
Let my father's house alone!
I am the lad from the mountain!
 
And when the storm-bell ring out sometime in the future,
When many a fire rages upon the mountains,
Then I shall descend and take my place in the ranks
And swing my sword and sing my song:
I am lad from the mountain!