I Love My Jean (EN)

Übersetzung: Aurelio

From all directions the wind can blow
I dearly like the west
For there the lovely girl lives
The girl I love best:

There wild woods grow, and rivers roll
And many a hill between
But day and night my fancys‘ flight
Is ever with my Jean

I see her in the dewy flowers
I see her sweet and fair
I hear her in the tuneful birds
I hear her charm the air

There is not a lovely flower that springs
By fountain, wood, or green
There is not a lovely bird that sings
That does not remind me of my Jean