Up through the woods the torches go.
Towards the cabin deep in snow
We slowly climb.
There, far from worry, time and space,
Of homeland, love and human grace
We sing our songs.
The sleeping forest all around
Is slowly ‘wakened by the sound,
As breaks the spell.
Away from fire and candles bright,
Far through the frozen starlit night
Our music flies.
Oh, nights of singing, wine and stars
When‚ ‘round the fire, from many shores,
We brothers are!
The night grows late, we homewards go
Back to the other world we know,
Bis nächster mal!