It was in the light of May when the maidens of Tübingen danced.
They danced and danced all over again
around a linden tree in the green valley.
There came a young man in a proud dress
who soon turned to the most beautiful maiden.
He held out his hands to dance,
he placed a sea-green wreath on her hair.
O Jüngling, Why is so called in your Arm?
In Neckars depths, and is es not warm!
O Jüngling, Why is so pale your Hand?
Ins Water not insists the Sonne Brand!
He dances with her from the linden tree far away.
LaÃ, Jüngling! listen die Mutter mir screams!
He dances with her along the Neckar.
LaÃ, Jüngling! Weh! Mir becomes so bang!
He grabs her tightly around her slim body.
Beautiful Maid! Of are of the Aquarius Female.
He dances with her into the waves.
Goodbye, o Father, o Mutter mine!
He leads her into the crystal hall.
Goodbye, her sisters im grünen Tal!