Where the mountains so blue

Where the mountains so blue

Out of the foggy gray

Look down,

Where the sun dies,

Where the cloud encircles,

I wish I were there!

There is the restful valley

Stilled are suffering and sorrow

Where in the rock

Quietly the primrose meditates,

Blows so lightly the wind,

I wish I were there!

There to the thoughtful wood

The power of love pushes me,

Inward sorrow,

Ah! This moves me not from here,

Could I, dear, by you

Eternally be!