He who wishes to wander

He who wishes to wander

must go with his beloved,

the others will rejoice and leave

the stranger standing alone.

What do you know, dark treetops,

of the good old days?

Ah, my homeland beyond the mountains -

why does it lie so far from here?

I loved most to look at the stars

that shone as I went to her;

I listened happily to the nightingale

as she sang before my beloved's door.

But morning - that is my joy!

In that peaceful hour I climb

up to the highest mountain

and greet you, German Homeland, from the depths of my heart!