My Heart's On The Rhine

My heart's on the Rhine in the old Father-land;     Where my cradle was rocked by a dear mother's hand,     My youth and my friends they are there yet, I know,     And my love dreams of me with her cheeks all aglow;     O there where I reveled in song and in wine!     Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.     I hail thee, thou broad-breasted, golden-green stream;     Ye cities and churches and castles that gleam;     Ye grain-fields of gold in the valley so blue;     Ye vineyards that glow in the sun-shimmered dew;     Ye forests and caverns and cliffs that were mine!     Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.     I hail thee, O life of the soul-stirring song,     Of waltz and of wine, with a yearning so strong,     Hail, ye stout race of heroes, so brave and so true.     Ye blue-eyed, gay maidens, a greeting to you!     Your life and your aims and your efforts be mine;     Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.     My heart's on the Rhine in the old Father-land,     Where my cradle was rocked by a dear mother's hand;     My youth and my friends they are there yet, I know,     And my love dreams of me with her cheeks all aglow:     Be thou ever the same to me, Land of the Vine!     Wherever I wander my heart's on the Rhine.