Erika

On the heath, there blooms a little flower fine and it's called Erika. Eagerly a hundred thousand little bees, swarm around Erika. For her heart is full of sweetness, a tender scent escapes her blossom-gown. On the heath, there blooms a little flower and it's called Erika. Back at home, there lives a little maiden and she's called Erika. That girl is my faithful little darling and my joy, Erika. When the heather blooms in a reddish purple, I sing her this song in greeting. On the heath, there blooms a little flower and she's called Erika. In my room, there also blooms a little flower and she's called Erika. Already In the grey of dawn, as it does at dusk, It looks at me, Erika. And then it's to me as if it's saying aloud: "Are you thinking of your little bride?" Back at home, a maiden weeps for you and she's called Erika.