And he gazed at her on that humble throne
With the eyes of pride and love.
With joyful laughter they passed us by,
And up through the forest of pine,
So solemn and still, we made our way
To the castle of Eberstein.
Oh, lofty the Grand Duke's castle
That looked o'er the forest gloom;
But better I love to remember
The children's rosy bloom.