Between the mountains, dear mother,
Far along the forest,
Three young huntsmen are riding
On three shining horses,
      dear mother!
On three shining horses.

You can be happy, dear mother,
When it becomes quiet outdoors;
Father comes home from the forest
[And] you can kiss each other as much as you want,
      dear mother!
You can kiss each other as much as you want,

In my heart a curious anxiety
Throbs without ceasing,
Often with fervent tears of yearning
My pillow becomes wet,
        dear mother,
My pillow becomes wet.
 
When I am finally a woman
[And] it grows quiet outdoors,
I shall hold my beloved embraced,
[And] kiss as much as I want to,
        dear mother,
[And] kiss as much as I want to.