On the alm

A mellow bell peals near,

It has so sweet a sound;

I know a maiden dear

With voice as full and round.

A sunlight alm shines clear,

With clover blossoms sweet;

There dwells my maiden dear

And there my love I meet.

There flying with no fear

The swallows pass all day,

And fast, my maiden dear,

Sees chamois haste away.

I cannot linger here,

I cannot wait below;

To seek my maiden dear,

I, to the

alm

must go.

The mountain's call I hear,

And up the height I bound;

I know my maiden dear

Will mark my

Juchhé

sound.

Rejoicing come I here

My flaxen-haired sweet-heart;

I love thee maiden dear,

Nay! bid me not depart!