On the hill sit I, peering

On the hill sit I, peering

Into the blue, hazy land,

Toward the far away pastures

Where I you, beloved, found.

Far am I, from you, parted,

Separating us are hill and valley

Between us and our peace,

Our happiness and our sorrow.

Ah! The look can you not see,

That to you so ardently rushes,

And the sighs, they blow away

In the space that separates us.

Will then nothing more be able to reach you,

Nothing be messenger of love?

I will sing, sing songs,

That to you speak of my pain!

For before the sound of the song escapes

every space and every time,

And a loving heart reaches,

What a loving heart has consecrated!