The alpine shepherdess

I'm the pretty sheperdess

Coming down every morning

I offer a little basket

With fresh fruit and flowers.

Whoever comes at dawn

Will have some pretty roses

And dew sprinkled apples

Come all to my garden

Ahu, ahu...

Whoever in night's frightness

Looses his way

At my little hut

Will find his path again.

Come, o traveller

The sheperdess is here

But her tenderest thoughts

Adress to one alone!

Ahu, ahu...