LYRIC

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.

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