Way up in the mountains of old Switzerland lives a maiden with long golden hair
Between all the mountains and late every night to hear her song fill the air
Oh she loves a guy from the range cross the way and she polished her yodel each night
Then comes an accent so sweet and so clear as driven the silvery moonlight
Now the accent grows longer and stronger and she sees down to her chalet
To gather their yodel lover's sweet song till the moonlight they pa**ed away
Of course they'll marry and happy will be in a home that is made just for love
Each night on their lawn a yodel will rise and sail with the moon up above