There in the meadow stands a house

There in the meadow stands a house,

and there a maiden looks out of the window!

She gazes upstream, she gazes downstream:

is not my heart's beloved boy there yet?

The handsomest lad on the entire Rhine

I call mine, mine!

In the mornings he sails on the river

and sings to me his greeting;

in the evenings, when the glow-worms fly about,

his skiff rocks by the bank

and then I can be with my sweetheart,

together, together!

The nightingale in the lilac bush -

what she sings there, I understand:

she says that next year there will be a celebration,

and I too, my love, will have a nest,

where, with my dear sweetheart, I will be then

the happiest girl on the Rhine, the happiest girl on the Rhine!