A lily of the valley grew in a grove

Under a tall oak tree,

Protected from the weather

Under the wide branches.

But it didn't last long

The white lily of the valley

And a man's hand

Shortened her life.

Oh, they carried the lily of the valley

To the high hall,

She took it with her

A young lady to the ball.

Oh, she's merry at the ball

She's playing music,

Lilies of the valley and music

Poor heart is breaking.

So the little maiden is in a merry

In a merry waltz,

And in the lily of the valley

Wilted and bowed.

The lily of the valley said:

“Farewell, sweet grove!

And you, my tall oak,

My only friend!”

And then she fell silent. With an indifferent

The young lady's hand

That flower withered away

She threw it down.

Maybe you, too, my lady,

One day you'll have to

To remember that lily of the valley,

When your happiness is gone

A lily of the valley grew in a grove

Under a tall oak tree,

Protected from the weather

Under the wide branches.

But it didn't last long

The white lily of the valley

And a man's hand

Shortened her life.

Oh, they carried the lily of the valley

To the high hall,

She took it with her

A young lady to the ball.

Oh, she's merry at the ball

She's playing music,

Lilies of the valley and music

Poor heart is breaking.

So the little maiden is in a merry

In a merry waltz,

And in the lily of the valley

Wilted and bowed.

The lily of the valley said:

“Farewell, sweet grove!

And you, my tall oak,

My only friend!”

And then she fell silent. With an indifferent

The young lady's hand

That flower withered away

She threw it down.

Maybe you, too, my lady,

One day you'll have to

To remember that lily of the valley,

When your happiness is gone