A linden tree stands in the deep valley,
Under it, many a time,
I sat with my beloved;
Now the tree is dried out and bare,
My darling is gone hill and dale,
He has likely forgotten me!

And upon the mountain there is a house,
My beloved went in and out there,
And looked down into the valley;
Now the storms' gruesomeness rages there,
My darling has departed out into the land,
And shall never return!

And over the house there is a star,
It sees my beloved well out in the distance ,
Wandering on through the lanes;
I loved my darling so much,
I lament to my Lord God,
          Yes, my Lord God,
my Lord God
That he has forsaken me.