Lorelei, lorelei, where did thy summer raiment go?
Thy locks of lavender and silver leaves did flow
Thy sweeping leaves onto still waters, show
The ripples and the shadows interrupted, bestow
Mystery to thy raiment, lorelei
When winter strips bare thy raiment fair
When spring its flowers’ wings does not flair
When summer’s winds harshly strip and bare
Thy fair raiment that thou dost wear
Call for thy water god, lorelei.