The bell-ringer's daughter

My high-born darling

The bell-ringer's daughter,

Reminds me by night and day

With each hour struck:

Think of me! Remember me!"

My high-born darling

The bell-ringer's daughter,

Calls me each hour

Even with the bell's voice

I await you! I wait for you!"

My high-born darling

The bell-ringer's daughter,

She happily puts the clock

Sometimes forward, sometimes back

As it might be auspicious for us.

My high-born darling

How could she not be high born?

Her highly born father,

Her highly-chosen mother,

Had a high-born daughter.

My high-born darling

Isn't high-minded, which is fine.

She comes back and forth

Down from her heights

Climbs down to me in the moonlight.

My high-born darling

Said recently,

The old tower falls apart,

One can see its teetering,

It won't long waver in the air,

Will soon be yours on level ground."