On the top of a mountain

On the top of a mountain

I would like to stand with you,

Gazing down upon

Valleys and treetops;

Around us I would like to show you

The world in the glow of spring,

And say: were this mine,

It would now be mine and yours.

Into the depths of my soul,

O you would look,

Where slumbering lay all the songs

That God gave me!

There you would see:

When I seek Reality,

Even if it does not name you,

It is animated by you.