Hark, you dreaming fir forest,
Hark, you blooming hedges,
You woodpecker upon the tree-trunk, you hawk in the eyrie,
You deer in your hiding places,
You green lizard upon the rock,
You squirrel in the branches:
The loveliest girl in the whole wide world
Has said that she is mine.

One chap brought her flowers
Tied up all around with silk ribbons,
Another precious stones and even pearls,
A third serenaded her.
Along came a travelling journeyman,
No fripperies did he proffer,
He gazed into her bright eyes,
And kissed her lips, her rosy lips.

 ... 

Now rush more loudly, you waterfall!
Join in with my happiness;
Swing all your bells and little bells,
You flowers of the hearth;
Sing your most beautiful melodies, 
You finches upon the branches.
The loveliest girl in the whole wide world
Has said that she is mine.