Valley village where the grape vine grows,
Mountain summit bathed in sunlit snow,
Lovely maid I learned to love you there,
When, as children all the world was fair.
Armenian maid, for you I'm crying,
Armenian maid, for you I'm sighing,
I'll keep the vow I made when we played
Beneath the olive trees, dearest maid,
Bloom pretty flower, The sun is shining,
Behind the clouds there's a silver lining,
The skies are clearing,
Don't be afraid, my eastern queen,
Dark your hair as purple grapes that grow,
Rosy are your cheeks like sunkiss'd snow,
Pearly teeth and smile that holds my heart,
Why, ah! why from you did I e'er part.