MY HEART'S ON THE RHINE

My heart's on the Rhine — in the old Father-land;

Where my cradle was rocked by a dear mother's hand,

My youth and my friends — they are there yet, I know,

And my love dreams of me with her cheeks all aglow;

O there where I reveled in song and in wine!

Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.

I hail thee, thou broad-breasted, golden-green stream;

Ye cities and churches and castles that gleam;

Ye grain-fields of gold in the valley so blue;

Ye vineyards that glow in the sun-shimmered dew;

Ye forests and caverns and cliffs that were mine!

Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.

I hail thee, O life of the soul-stirring song,

Of waltz and of wine, with a yearning so strong,

Hail, ye stout race of heroes, so brave and so true.

Ye blue-eyed, gay maidens, a greeting to you!

Your life and your aims and your efforts be mine;

Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.

My heart's on the Rhine — in the old Father-land,

Where my cradle was rocked by a dear mother's hand;

My youth and my friends — they are there yet, I know,

And my love dreams of me with her cheeks all aglow:

Be thou ever the same to me, Land of the Vine!

Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.