Alpine song

O Shepherd boy, O shepherd boy!

Thou sing'st so fresh and free,

Upon thy verdant mountain side,

Thy cheerful melody.

O joyful is thy mountain-love,

And sweet thy song to me!

O were I now a shepherd lad,

Thou happy boy, like thee!

Then would I sing till echoes wild

From rock to valley rang,

Till to my voice in all the world

Each heart rejoicing sprang.

The Alpine rose its sweetness sheds

Down from the hills along;

O Mountain-love, so fresh and free,

Bear swiftly on my song.