Black are the fir trees in our forests.
golden the wheat ears upon our fields.
the wine trickles in rosy red pearls from the grapes.
homeland, only in you can I be happy.
[I] climb up the mountains and gaze around.
[I] greet my homeland at every hour.

Beech trees grow green and hearts come aglow.
the cherry trees blossom, shimmering, upon the meadow's slope.
when winter flees from the valleys.
yearning draws me high up onto the mountains.
[I] greet the trees, the violet in the vale.
[I] greet my homeland with rejoicing lips.

From the coal tip in the sunny heights,
[I] greet the little town by the blue lake.
[I] greet the island in the bright waters.
Greetings to you, oh homeland, in the golden glow of evening.
[I] greet the Mindelsee in the reeds.
[I] greet Homburg upon the forested heights.
[I] greet the mountains, the little village in the vale.
[I] greet Güttingen at every hour.