My feet move slowly, no one dances in the valley,
My voice is very low and quiet, for those who sob sing not;
⁠I love the mountains, but I live in the valley;
⁠Some day I will teach my heart.to be content,
⁠I know that I must live in the valley,
⁠My lot has fallen to me in the valley,
⁠But I love the mountains,
⁠I was young in the mountains!
⁠Though I live to be old, I shall never see them again.
I have a golden chain and a silver necklace,
⁠Every night they are wet with my tears.

Day sees her smiling, smiling,
But when the sun bas set,
Night hears her weeping, weeping.