So let us wander!

Ah, maiden, dear maiden,

How dark are your eyes!

I almost fear they've enchanted

me, full of terrible cunning.

"And if my eyes were darker,

much darker than they are now,

even then, my love,

I would never bewitch you.

The crow on that oak,

look how she pecks at acorns!

Who knows whom Heaven will one day

send you as a bridegroom?

"And tell me, whom should it sent?

I gave you my word,

as you know, beneath the green tree

by our hut over there."

All right, then let us wander,

you walking brightly by my side;

a dress of green

I shall buy you, my maiden.

A dress of green,

and not too long:

so that you can walk with me

and not be hindered on your way.

We will wander gaily,

across mountains and into valleys;

the great wide woods

will be our chamber.