In native heath, wind smells like mayweed,
And whole land is a good egg to a blade of grass.
In native heath, both the sun shines brighter,
And a brook has silverer voice.
Let them tell me over and over again that there do exist other parts of the world,
That different beauty does exist on earth,
Well, I love my own native heath -
My own dear native heath!
Well, I love my own native heath -
My own dear native heath!
In native heath, the sky has bluer colour,
In native heath, meadows are vaster,
Birchs' trunks are more upright and slender,
And the rainbow's arc is more motley.
Let them tell me over and over again that there do exist other parts of the world,
That different beauty does exist on earth,
Well, I love my own native heath -
My own dear native heath!