Ons Heemecht - Our Homeland

Lyrics: Michel Lentz, 1859
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Wou d'Uelzecht durech d'Wisen zéit,
Duerch d'Fielsen d'Sauer brécht,
Wou d'Rief laanscht d'Musel dofteg bléit,
Den Himmel Wäin ons mécht:
Dat as onst Land, fir dat mir géif
Hei nidden alles won,
Ons Heemechtsland dat mir sou déif
An onsen Hierzer dron.
Ons Heemechtsland dat mir sou déif
An onsen Hierzer dron.
An sengem donkle Bëscherkranz,
Vum Fridde stëll bewaacht,
Sou ouni Pronk an deire Glanz
Gemittlech léif et laacht;
Säi Vollek frou sech soë kann,
An 't si keng eidel Dreem:
Wéi wunnt et sech sou heemlech dran,
Wéi as 't sou gutt doheem!
Wéi wunnt et sech sou heemlech dran,
Wéi as 't sou gutt doheem!
Gesank, Gesank vu Bierg an Dall
Der Äärd, déi äis gedron;
D'Léift huet en treie Widderhall
A jidder Broschts gedon;
Fir, d'Hemecht ass keng Weis ze schéin;
All Wuert, dat vun er klénkt,
Gräift äis an d' Séil wéi Himmelstéin
An d'A wéi Feier blénkt.
Gräift äis an d' Séil wéi Himmelstéin
An d'A wéi Feier blénkt.
O Du do uewen, deen seng Hand
Duerch d'Welt d'Natioune leet,
Behitt Du d'Lëtzebuerger Land
Vru friemem Joch a Leed;
Du hues ons all als Kanner schon
De fräie Geescht jo ginn,
Looss viru blénken d'Fräiheetssonn,
Déi mir sou laang gesinn!
Looss viru blénken d'Fräiheetssonn,
Déi mir sou laang gesinn!
English:
Where the Alzette slowly flows,
The Sauer plays wild pranks,
Where fragrant vineyards amply grow
On the Mosella's banks;
There lies the land for which we would
Dare everything down here,
Our own, our native land which ranks
Deeply in our hearts.
Our own, our native land which ranks
Deeply in our hearts.
In her shady woodland of trees,
Guarded stilly by peace,
Without splendor nor pageantries,
With warmth and love she laughes!
Her folks with glee say to themselves,
And they aren't void dreams:
How homely 'tis to live therein,
How great 'tis to be home.
How homely 'tis to live therein,
How great 'tis to be home.
Singing, chanting, from mount and vale,
The earth who bore our births,
Love has echoed a loyal gale,
In each and every breast!
For her, no song's too beautiful,
Every word that rings from her,
Our soul moves like sounds ethereal,
And the eye shines like fire.
Our soul moves like sounds ethereal,
And the eye shines like fire.
O Thou above whose powerful hand
Makes States or lays them low,
Protect this Luxembourger land
From foreign yoke and woe.
Your spirit of liberty bestow
On us now as of yore.
Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore.
Let Freedom's sun in glory glow
For now and evermore.