Her golden bracelet glistens bright
As she combs her golden hair.
And while she combs her locks so bright,
She sings a charming lay;
’Tis sweet, yet hath a marvelous might,
And ’tis echoing far away.
The sailor floats down, in the dusk, on the Rhine
That carol awakens his grief;
He sees on the cliff the last sunbeam shine,
But he sees not the perilous reef.