High on a rocky ledge lives a Mädel, Edelweiß. She has a shadow, lovely as lace, and cold as ice. High on a rocky ledge, I pledged my ove to her. Ev´ry time I climb up to Paradise. How many times I´ve been up to see her, goodness knows, Huffing and puffing, dressed in the warmest climbing clothes. How many dabces would be taken in my Hopeless pursuit of the Schnee-Mädel-Edelweiß. Then spoke a spirit, “If you would win your Lady Love, There´s only one way: fall to your death from high above. You will begin to grow in snow beside the one You have waited for to be mated with.” Now, I´m an Edel, vice to my Mädel, Edelweiß. Dying to be with her wasn´t any sacrifice. We´re so deliriously happy on your ledge where I pledge my love to my Lady Fair. You who are climbing breathless to see me and my love. Snow flowers growing fonder on Lover´s Ledge above. If you´ve the yen to pluck, then pluck us both, for we who have lived as one, wish to die as one.