Where fingers of fir-trees tremble, enthralled,
And birds trill their anxious palaver,
You live in a forest enchanted and wild
And can’t get away from it ever.

Let cherry blossom dry in the wind like lace,
Let the lilacs bend low in the rain.
I’ll still bear you away in my arms from this place
To halls gay with the piper’s strain.

Fell witches have kept you for thousands of years
From me and the great world’s contentment,
And their spells have convinced you that nothing compares
With this magical forest’s enchantment.

Let the dew in the morning not gleam on the grass,
Let the moon and the dark sky wrangle.
I’ll still bear you away in my arms from this place
To a mansion with a view on the shingle.

Is there ever a time, by night or by day,
That you come to me anxious or timorous?
Come into my arms and I’ll bear you away
To a place in which none shall discover us.

If it’s thieving you want, I’ll go gladly with thieves -
Or in vain have I tried to entice you?
If the mansion’s not free, then a hut roofed with leaves
Will in paradise surely suffice you.