Lise Lotte, Lise Lotte,
Sweet is your smile, easy is your walk.
Lise Lotte, Lise Lotte,
Teach us your cheerful song.
There walk young men on the path,
Who dream of being married to you.
But you're still so young, this meager flock,
Sweet is the silence from your mountains.
Instead,
in the mountains of Halsen,
There lives a silence on the southern shore.
And in her eyes,
There shines a rose like her hair.
A cross we have made, so that nature can see it.
She walks around and sings all day long,
Tra la la la la la la,
la la la la la la.
And in the valley,
you hear her happy song,
Tra la la la la la la,
la la la la la.
Lise Lotte,
Lise Lotte,
Sweet is your smile,
easy is your walk.
Lise Lotte, Lise Lotte,
Teach us your cheerful song.
There walk young men on the path,
Who dream of being married to you.
But you're still so young,
this meager flock,
Sweet is the silence from your mountains.
A hunter walks towards the top of the mountain,
In front of us,
there is a meadow.
There he meets the sweet Alice,
Lotte,
on her way.
It was a bit too easy for one and two,
But before the sun went down,
they sang in unison,
Tra la la la la la la, la la la la la la.
Just sing if it's a good song, get it said,
Tra la la la la la la, la la la la la.
Lise Lotte,
Lise Lotte,
Sweet is your smile,
easy is your walk.
Lise Lotte,
Lise Lotte,
Teach us your cheerful song.
There walk young men on the path,
Who dream of being married to you.
But you're still so young,
this meager flock,
Sweet is the silence from your mountains.