Merrily we sailed along Though the waves were plenty strong Down the twisting river Rhine Following a song Legend's faded storyline Tried to warn us all Oh, they called her "Loreley" Careful or you'll fall. Oh, the stories we were told Quite a vision to behold Mysteries of the seas in her eyes of gold Laying on the silver stone, such a lonely sight Barnacles become a throne, my poor Loreley And the winds would cry, and many men would die And all the waves would bow down to the Loreley You would not believe your eyes, how a voice could hypnotize Promises are only lies from Loreley In a shade of mossy green, seashell in her hand She was born the river queen, ne'er to grace the land