In fairest meads and meadows my homeland's house is found:
I wandered in this valley for many an hour.
Thousand times a hail to my placid vale!
I wandered in this valley for many an hour.
Had I to leave the valley, where all is joy and song,
’t would be but grief and sorrow, my final walk.
Thousand times a hail to my silent vale!
’t would be but grief and sorrow, my final walk.
Be in this peaceful valley my grave and then may all
sing to me at my hour by evenfall!
To my quiet vale 't is a final hail!
Sing to me at my hour by evenfall.