O joy, o joy

O joy, o joy, from mountain top

through all the land I'm singing!

The smallest tone dives ever down,

like giant eagles winging!

The softest breath from singing breast,

when born in joy and grieving,

is turned to song and unbeknownst

to all the world is sung forth.

It wings on earth- and heavenward

this ringing spirit pining

and moves the whole world at its heart -

to laughter or to crying.

What only in the heart is known,

flies out on wings a-ringing

O joy, o joy, from mountain top

through all the land I'm singing!