The Girl with the Golden Hair

On the lucerne midst flowers in bloom,

Who sings praises to morning?

It is the girl with golden hair,

The beauty with lips of cherry.

For, love, in clear summer sunlight,

Has soared with the lark and sung now.

Your mouth has such colours divine,

My dear, so tempting to kisses.

On grass in bloom, talk to me, please,

Girl with fine curls and long lashes.

For, love, in clear summer sunlight,

Has soared with the lark and sung now.

Do not say no, cruel maiden.

Do not say yes. Better to know

The long lasting gaze of your eyes

And your rosy lips, oh, my belle.

For, love, in clear summer sunlight,

Has soared with the lark and sung now.

Farewell, you deer, farewell you hares

And the red partridge. I want

To stroke the gold of your tresses

Smothering lips with my kisses.

For, love, in clear summer sunlight,

Has soared with the lark and sung now.