When I stand on the highest rock, 
Look down into the deep valley 
And sing, 

From far away in the deep dark valley
The echo from the ravines 
Rises up. 

The further my voice carries, 
The clearer it echoes back to me 
From below. 

My sweetheart lives so far from me, 
Therefore I long so to be with her 
Over there. 

Deep grief consumes me, 
My joy has fled, 
All earthly hope has vanished, 
I am so lonely here. 

The song rang out so longingly through the wood,
Rang out so longingly through the night, That is
draws hearts to heaven 
With wondrous power. 

Spring is coming, 
Spring, my joy, 
I shall now make ready to journey.