Nymph-like, I dance 'mid the red clover,
Breeze in my hair, my cup running over;
Blithely I wait for the arms of my lover -
The comforting arms of the sea.

Greeting the wind, I playfully tease him,
Kiss his sweet breath while hoping to please him;
Promising true love I wrongfully use him,
To get to the beautiful sea.

Down by the sea, the wind whistles sadly,
Up on the cliff, my oboe plays gently;
The sea in its ecstasy breathes ever deeply,
My soul is at one with the sea.

Saddened, the cold wind longs for the willow,
I watch nearby, as waves softly billow;
With kelp for my bed and foam for my pillow,
I surrender my soul to the sea.