In the Black Forest

My safe-kept dreams lie

In all of the meadows

And in the blue skies

Come follow me children

The moon as our guide

The lush leaves will rustle

The wind at our side

We will go to that

Magical place

Where no care may show on

That sweet little face

Where the flowers dance

And the trees do sway

To the musical

number the thistles play

Dance to the music

And twirl to the sound

As we swing and skip

On the Black Forest grounds

Oh come, now children

The Black Forest calls

The small thistles sing

Our enchanting song.