"Oh! traveller, see where the red sparks rise!"
(Fly away my heart, fly away!)
But dark is the mist in the traveller's eyes;
(Fly away my heart, fly away!)

"Oh! traveller, see, far down the gorge,
The crimson light from my father's forge;"
(Fly away my heart, fly away!
Fly away my heart, fly away!)

"Oh, traveller, hear the anvils ring!"
(Fly away my heart, fly away!)
But the traveller heard, ah, never a thing;
(Fly away my heart, fly away!)

"Oh! traveller, loud do the bellows roar,
And my father waits by the smithy door!"
(Fly away my heart, fly away!
Fly away my heart, fly away!)

"Oh! traveller, see yon thy true love's grace!"
(Fly away my heart, fly away!)
And now there is joy in the traveller's face:
(Fly away my heart, fly away!)

Oh! wild does he ride through the rain and mire,
To greet his love by the smithy fire.
(Fly away my heart, fly away!
Fly away my heart, fly away!)