The Loreley

I KNOW not what evil is coming,
But my heart feels sad and cold ;
A song in my head keeps humming,
A tale from the times of old.

The air is fresh and it darkles,
And smoothly flows the Rhine ;
The peak of the mountain sparkles
In the fading sunset-shine.

I'he loveliest wonderful Maiden
On high is sitting there,
With golden jewels braiden,
And she combs her golden hair.

With a golden comb sits combing,
And ever the while sings she
A marvellous song through the gloaming
Of magical melody.

It hath caught the boatman, and bound him
In the spell of a wild sad love ;
He sees not the rocks around him,
He sees only her above.

The waves through the pass sweep swinging,
But boatman or boat is none ;
And this with her mighty singing
The LoRELEY hath done.