Tenor solo:
  Led by the old man,
  With the sunbeams,
  The girl-rose comes
  To the mill in the valley.
 
Gravedigger:
  Upon this bench, by lime trees
  Shaded, await me!
 
Rose:
  May God bless your footsteps!
  So shall the greatest happiness on earth,
  Much longed for, yet come to me,
  That a parent's heart shall partake
  Of my sorrows and my joys?

Gravedigger:
  Dear child, come in to us!
 
Miller:
  How can this be? Is it an illusion?
 
Miller's wife:
  She looks exactly like our daughter.
 
Rose:
  I am so happy - it's wonderful.
 
Gravedigger:
  Now, dear people, was I right?
 
Miller:
  Whatever you say turns out to be true.
 
Gravedigger:
  Is she not a fine-looking girl?
  Just like a rose, so delicate and pretty?
 
Miller:
  One can read it clearly in her eyes:
  I am worthy of your trust.
 
Miller's wife:
  Therefore, in our bosom and our house,
  Fill the empty place of the deceased.
 
Rose:
  Oh rapture, oh you joy of heaven,
  You take me to your bosom as parents;
  Take the whole treasure of my love,
  Only let me remain in this dear place.
 
Miller and Miller's wife:
  Oh rapture, oh you joy of heaven,
  We hold you to our bosom,
  We give you the best place
  May your love be a replacement for us.

Gravedigger:
  Oh rapture, oh you joy of heaven,
  She rests upon the bosom of loyal parents;
  Thus in this place she shall find
  Recompense now for many a sorrow.