*A song from Luxembourg: Our Homeland*

*Where the Alzette through meadows flow,*

*And pebbles the Sauer mow,*

*Along the Moselle bloom the vines,*

*As Heav'n gifts us wine:*

*This is the land, for honour whose,*

*No ordeal proves too great:*

*Our homeland which could never lose,*

*Our hearts' rank and rate.*

*n her dark wreath of woods,*

*Guarded still by the peace,*

*With no boastly attitude,*

*She lovingly smiles with ease!*

*Her people may with gladness say,*

*That no dreams go forlorn:*

*How pleasant 'tis here to stay,*

*How good 'tis to be home.*

*Sing, sing, on high berg and wide dale,*

*The earth who bore our births,*

*Our love with faithful echo still,*

*Our hearts beat with mirth!*

*For her, no song too august be,*

*And with ev'ry word said,*

*The soul shook as thunderclap,*

*And eyes aflame made.*

*O Thou above, who night and day,*

*Guides nations with thine own hand,*

*Guard this, our Luxembourger land,*

*From alien yoke and pain!*

*As children, thou us bestowed,*

*A spirit, free, unbowed,*

*Let once more freedom's sun,*

*For now and all time glow!*