Fu méngem Duoref gong éch hiér,

Dat fresch am Grénge leit,

Do hannen iw'rem grôse Miér,

So weit fu mir so weit;

Do stêt en aremt klinzécht Haus,

Eng Bènk firun der Dir,

Do brêd éng Lann hir Bliéder aus,

Mécht kille Schiéd derfir;

We hun éch d'Hierz so wé!

Get mir mein Dâch fu Stré,

A méngem Duorf erem,

Ech gin iéch Alles drem !

Fu ménger Mamm fort gong éch hiér,

De gudden Engel do,

Mat hirem Hierz gêt iwer d'Miér

Si iwerall mir no;

Op ouser Bènk firum der Dir

Hu mir so oft gesiés.

A kôm ons d'Liéwen deischter fir,

Mir hun et do fergiés;

We hun éch d'Hierz so wé!

Get mir mein Dâch fu Stré,

A méngem Duorf erem,

Ech gin iéch Alles drem !

Fu mengem Medche gong ech hier,

Wat soll d'left Kand wuol ma'n ?

'T flet a Gedanken iwer d'Mier,

A kuckt an d'Wèlt eran;

Op ouser Bènk firun der Dir,

Gof d'Zeit ons kêmol lang.

D'Lann ganz elèng de wês wuorfir

Mir duor sin dréme gang.

We hun éch d'Hierz so wé!

Get mir mein Dâch fu Stré,

A méngem Duorf erem,

Ech gin iéch Alles drem !

Fun denen zwê fort gong ech hier,

Hun neerges keng Ro,

An zenter zweschen ons dat Mier,

Gin éch och net mê frô;

Kent op der Bènk firun der Dir,

Ech setzen eng Minutt.

Bei hinnen zwê, da wèr et mir,

Op deser Wèlt 'rem gutt;

We hun éch d'Hierz so wé!

Get mir mein Dâch fu Stré,

A méngem Duorf erem,

From my village I went,

which lies freshly in the green,

There far over the big sea,

So far from me, so far;

There stands a poor and little house,

A bench before the door,

A lime tree spreads its leaves,

makes cool shade there;

How my heart aches!

I want my roof of straw,

back in my village,

I would give all for it !

Away from my mother I went,

this good angel there,

With her heart over the sea

She follows me everywhere;

On our bench before the door

We so often sat.

And if life seemed dark to us,

We forgot it there;

How my heart aches!

I want my roof of straw,

back in my village,

I would give all for it !

Away from my girl I went,

What is this dear child doing now ?

She flies in thoughts over the sea,

and looks within the world;

On our bench before the door,

time never seemed us long.

The lime tree was the only one to

know why we dreamt there.

How my heart aches!

I want my roof of straw,

back in my village,

I would give all for it !

Away from those two I went,

I never found my peace,

And since between us is the sea,

I never can be happy;

If I could sit on the bench before the

door, just for a minute.

With those two, then my world,

would be the best to me;

How my heart aches!

I want my roof of straw,

back in my village,