A mellow bell pears near, It has so sweet a sound; I know a maiden dear With voice as full and round A sunlit alm shines clear, With clover blossoms sweet; There dwells my maiden dear And there my love I meet. There flying with no fear The swallows pass all day, And fast, my maiden dear, Sees chamois haste away. I cannot linger here, I cannot wait below; To seek my maiden dear. I, to the alm must go. The mountain's call I hear, And up the height I bound; I know my maiden dear Will mark my Juchhé sound. Rejoicing come I here My flaxen-haired sweet-heart; I love thee maiden dear, Nay! Bid me not depart!