My home in green hills

Oh, my home in green hills, oh my home in blooming fields,
Oak-woods is rustling over slopes under summer breeze!
Off the sleeve a falcon flies up into the clear skies.
Came a horseman from afar, from a land of forests high.
There's my home in green hills!

Silver spurs and sabre sheen and his cloak like grass is green,
In his hair as black as midnight, pearls of crown brightly beam.
Off his sleeve a falcon flies to the window of his bride.
"I have come from lands where Sun is drowsing in the heaven height.
There's my home in green hills!"

"Take my signet made of amber and my crown of shining pearls,
And we' ll ride together now to my home in green hills,
Where steeds run to the coast, where wine ferments in vaults,
Like a ripen bunch of grapes, a lot of stars from heaven falls.
There's my home in green hills!

Where the sorrow is calm like evening,
Where whisper waves of seas,
Where a sunset wind is singing
Chants of those who passed in bliss.

Where maidens weave the wreaths,
Where minstrels play and sing,
Guests have gathered at the feast
Waiting for the charming queen."