Sweetly float o'er town and tower
Strains that mark the dawning hour;
Soothing, as it glides along,
Yon fair stream with tinkling song;
Over vineyard, rock, and wood,
And where ancient bastion stood,
Heralds now of peaceful times,
Sweetly float the Salzburg chimes.

Once again--from this green hill
Echo lets no leaf be still;
Once again--the Salza's breast
Gives the welling sounds no rest:
Distant in the spreading plain
Mount and tower take up the strain,
Till in yonder Alpine climes
Herdsmen catch the Salzburg chimes.

Yet once again--the merry merry child
Dances to the melody with gambols wild:
Yet once more--the sentry stern
Paces to the time at every turn:
E'en the sick on painful bed
Lifts in hope his weary head,
And hoary elders bless the times
When first they heard the Salzburg chimes.

Yet once more--ere noonday rise,
Part our steps for other skies:
Yet once more--in memory's ear
Still shall sound that music clear:
And in England's homes of light,
When the cheerful hearth is bright,
Will we, in far distant climes,
Wake the slumbering Salzburg chimes.