I do not know what haunts me, What saddened my mind all day; An age-old tale confounds me, A spell I cannot allay.
The air is cool and in twilight The Rhine's dark waters flow; The peak of the mountain in highlight Reflects the evening glow.
There sits a lovely maiden Above so wondrous fair, With shining jewels laden, She combs her golden hair.
It falls through her comb in a shower, And over the valley rings A song of mysterious power That lovely maiden sings.
The boatman in his small skiff is Seized by a turbulent love, No longer he marks where the cliff is, He looks to the mountain above.
I think the waves must fling him Against the reefs nearby, And that did with her singing The lovely Loreley.
The air is cool and in twilight The Rhine's dark waters flow; The peak of the mountain in highlight Reflects the evening glow.
There sits a lovely maiden Above so wondrous fair, With shining jewels laden, She combs her golden hair.
It falls through her comb in a shower, And over the valley rings A song of mysterious power That lovely maiden sings.
The boatman in his small skiff is Seized by a turbulent love, No longer he marks where the cliff is, He looks to the mountain above.
I think the waves must fling him Against the reefs nearby, And that did with her singing The lovely Loreley.
