Farewell, you dear hills,
Farewell, you quiet shore,
Where on the wings of joy
Time passed blissfully for me!
Farewell, you quiet waves,
Farewell, you silent floodtide,
Through which I traveled with delight
And with the burning glow of love!

As once from my mother's heart
Time saw me depart,
Time with quiet pain
Sees me depart from here today!
It is the same longing
That constricts my breast,
They are the same tears
That melancholy sheds here.

I would tarry so gladly
In the quiet beech grove,
And share with the singers birds
The joy and sorrow of my heart!
I would like to rock upon the waves,
I would like to wander through the meadow,
I would like to draw water from the springs
At Nature's bosom!

I would like to tell the flowers
How hard parting is,
I would like to lament to the mountains
How binding is a farewell,
But fortifying trust
Gives me sweet hope
That I shall someday see you again,
You beloved places here!

To be sure, I shall no longer find her --
She who was precious to me,
And many a thing shall have disappeared
That now gave me such pleasure!
Yet if I return to you,
Lost joy shall be returned to me,
In the urgency of tender songs,
By remembrance! --