Oh, how lovely to undulate upon the waters,
When the weary wave rests in slumber!
Quietly the last sunshine has vanished
And the stars on high appear in their formations.
And the night breeze rises so gently and mildly,
Breathing forth scents from distant fields.
Oh how lovely to undulate and sing upon the waters,
Drying the gold of our wet curls.
Oh how lovely to undulate and sing upon the waters,
When nothing but we rest upon the waters' undulate and sing.
In the twilight glow the watchman leans out
Over the tower, which time shall cause to collapse,
He crosses himself, murmurs a pious prayer
And hearkens to the breeze that blows magically.
Oh, how lovely to undulate and sing, 
Drying the gold of our wet curls.