By the blue Alsatian mountains, Dwelt a maiden young and fair, like the careless flowing fountains, Were the ripples of her hair; Angel mild her eyes so wining, Angel bright her happy smile, When beneath the fountains spinning, You could hear her song the while Adè, Adè, Adè, Such songs will pass away Tho' the blue Alsatian mountains Seem to watch and wait alway. By the blue Alsatian mountains, Dwelt a stranger in the spring, And he linger'd by the fountains, Just to hear the maiden sing, Just to hear the maiden sing; Just to whisper in the moonlight, Words the sweetest she had known, Just to charm away the hours Till her heart was all his own Adè, Adè, Adè, Such dreams may pass away But the blue Alsatian mountains Seem to watch and wait alway. By the blue Alsatian mountains, Many springtimes bloom'd and pass'd, And the maiden in the fountains, Saw she lost her hopes at last, She lost her hopes at last; And she withered like the flower That is waiting for the rain, She will never see the stranger, Where the fountains fall again Adè, Adè, Adè, The years have passed away But the blue Alsatian mountains Seem to watch and wait alway.
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