In a lovely vale

In a lovely vale by a blue mountain stream

I saw a pretty maiden in sweetest dream;

her hair curled freely around her bright maiden neck;

with a smile on her lips she began to speak:

"Lovely vale warmed by the sunbeams,

lovely vale, happy they who dwell there."

Although around the steep peaks blow cold winds,

raging storms do not disturb the beautiful valley,

since holy beings keep watch with protective arms,

and here is warmth and shelter by a maiden's bosom;

the maidens of the vale have true hearts,

true hearts, pure as a thirst-quenching spring.