Merrily we sailed along
though the waves were plenty strong
down the twisting river rhine
following a song...
legend's faded storyline
tried to warn us all
oh, they called her "loreley"
careful or you'll fall...
Oh, the stories we were told
quite a vision to behold
mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold...
laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight
barnacles become a throne, my poor loreley...
And the winds would cry, and many men would die
and all the waves would bow down to the loreley...
You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize
promises are only lies from loreley
in a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand
she was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land...
Oh, the song of loreley
charms the moon right from the sky...
she will get inside your mind, loveley loreley...
when she cries "be with me until the end of time"
you know you will ever be with your loreley...