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."