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.
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