Do you know the home of the soul's true desire,
Germany's western border, its lovely fruitful lands?
Come here and look, as joy fills your breast,
see this valley, adorned with the golden product of grapes.
Like a cut jewel the river shines out of clefts in the rock
where tales of former times twist around grey ruins.
O Mosel valley! Your  wine wreathed heights!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!

Come, Mosella offers a friendly invitation,
the best that she has will refresh you:
on her beautifully swinging hillside rows
there is the blossom of the heart quickening 'Moselflower'.
The flower's glow, how golden! Its scent, how gloriously rich!
However far you wandered, you would never find anything like it.
O Mosel valley! Your  wine wreathed heights!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!

The pleasure of evening, and here are bubbles in the glass,
you will soon imagine that you are in a happy magical tale;
the full moon is rising, in rose arbours there are sweet dreams
of love dreamt by many happy couples.
In a boat the oarsmen are singing; listen, love, listen
to the song of praise to the Mosel flower, you, who are yourself a Mosel flower.
O Mosel valley! Your  wine wreathed heights!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!

Yes, come, stop here, you who only
wanted to praise the Rhine and its loud display!
Cheerful happiness, nature at its most glorious,
are things you should sample here at a noble feast.
So then, fill your glass with Mosella's divine drink!
Up with Mosella! Ring out our song of praise!
O Mosel valley! Your  wine wreathed heights!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!
Greetings, o land, loveliest land of all!