Upon a green, green hillock

Upon a green, green hillock,

there grows a lovely rose,

and when a red, red rose I see,

as red as purest love is,

I'd weep upon the spot!

Upon a green, green hillock,

there grow two flowers blue,

and when two blue, blue flow'rs I see,

as blue as small blue eyes are,

I see them through my tears!

Upon a green, green hillock,

there sings a little bird,

I think it sings: "Who never grieves

or deepest sorrow suffers,

will never happy be."