The waves murmur softly 
as seaward they glide,
with hearts full of gladness 
we float on the tide.
The bells they are ringing 
across the blue Rhine,
we sing as we're quaffing 
the rich golden wine.

O thou beautiful valley, 
ye mountains so blue,
thou vintner, thou boatman, 
my greetings to you!
Ye castles, ye vineyards, 
ye churchbells so sweet,
thou life in the Rhinelands, 
ye all do I greet!

Here legends still live 
of the Nixie so fair,
here roses still bloom 
with a fragrance that's rare;
The dance still assembles 
the gay rural throng,
and many a good fellow 
falls in with his song.

Like wine in the goblet, 
like bloom on the vine,
so rich and so pure 
is the life on the Rhine,
the men and the maids 
full of vigor, of grace, 
so true and so honest, 
a fair noble race.

And we, gay carousers, 
in rich golden wine
we drink from our beakers 
long life to the Rhine!
Ye castles, ye vineyards, 
ye churchbells so sweet,
thou life in the Rhinelands, 
ye all do I greet!