On the heath there blooms a tiny flower
And it's called: Heather.
One hundred thousand little bees eagerly
swarm around Heather.
In its heart great sweetness can be found
Tender scents escape the blossom-gown.
On the heath there blooms a tiny flower
And it's called: Heather.
Back at the homestead there lives a lovely girl,
and her name: Heather.
This madam is my one truest beloved,
and my joy, Heather.
When the heath in reddish purple grows,
I sing her this song to say hello.
On the heath there blooms a tiny flower
And it's called: Heather.
In my camping site blooms too a flower
and it's called Heather.
Already in grey dawn as in twilight,
Looks to me, Heather.
And it faces me, as if to say:
"Are you yearning for your fiancée?
Back at home there weeps for you a lovely girl
and her name: Heather."