Splendid flo\'ers of Spring
Sail the river Rhine,
They hark wind\'s call;
Obey this po\'er divine.
Roseate clouds still the sky
Within my mortal eye,
And ev\'ry song seems as mine
When I sail the Rhine;
Its gentle current rocks my boat
As mother does her child;
Forest\'s shade becomes my coat,
Down the river Rhine.
Light plays in groves of greene,
Lures the birds out their homes;
This choir of eternal Spring
Blessed my little boat and me;
The Sun bids farewell -
Strows its saffron gems
\'Cross the em\'rald gel
Of the river Rhine.