Hoch auf dem gelben Wagen [English translation]

High on the yellow waggon

I sit in the front by the brother-in-law

Forward the horses trot

Funny resounds the cornet

Fields and meadows

Wavy ears

I'd love to stay longer

But the waggon, it rolls on.

The cater in the tavern

Rapidly feeds the horses

Sparkling beer

The landlord hands me in a jar

Behind the window panes

A face smiles so lovely

I'd love to stay longer

But the waggon, it rolls on.

Flutes I hear and violins

Happy sounds

Young people in a roundel

Dancing around the limetree

Circling like leaves in the wind

Cheering and laughing and romping

I'd love to stay at the limetree

But the waggon, it rolls on.

If one day a skeleton is

Sitting next to the brother-in-law

Wielding a scythe instead of the whip

Hoursglass instead of the cornet

I say: "Goodbye now, my beloved,

Who don't wanna drive with us.

I'd love to stay longer

But the waggon, it rolls on."