Swiss Song / Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

Up in th' mountain

I was a-sitting,

With the bird there

As my guest,

Blithely singing,

Blithely springing,

And building

His nest.

In the garden

I was a-standing,

And the bee there

Saw as well,

Buzzing, humming,

Going, coming,

And building

His cell.

O'er the meadow

I was a-going,

And there saw the

Butterflies,

Sipping, dancing,

Flying, glancing,

And charming

The eyes.

And then came my

Dear Hansel,

And I show'd them

With glee,

Sipping, quaffing,

And he, laughing,

Sweet kisses

Gave me.