Heidenröslein

Wild Rose

Saw a boy a rose standing,
Rose on the heath,
Was so young and was so fair
Ran quickly to see it near
Saw it with much joy
Rose, rose, red rose,
Rose on the heath.
Boy said: 'I'll pick you,
Rose on the heath.'
Rose said: 'I'll prick you,
So you'll forever think of me,
And I won't tolerate it.'
Rose, rose, red rose,
Rose on the heath.

And the wild boy broke
The rose on the heath;
Rose defended itself and pricked,
But no pain or sorrow helped him,
Had to endure it.
Rose, rose, red rose,
Rose on the heath.