Ginger--

Following is one translation of the Heine song; does anything sound familiar?

DIE LORELEY
"The Loreley"

I do not know what it means
That I am so sadly inclined,
There is an old tale and its scenes
That Will not depart from my mind.

The air is cool and darkling,
And peaceful flows the Rhine,
The mountaintop is sparkling,
The setting sunbeams shine.

The fairest maid is reclining
In wondrous beauty there,
Her golden jewels are shining,
She combs her golden hair.

With a golden comb she is combing,
And sings a song so free,
It casts a spell on the gloaming,
A magical melody.

The boatman listens, and o'er him
Wild-aching passions roll;
He sees but the maiden before him,
He sees not reef or shoal.

I think at last the wave swallows
The boat and the boatman's cry;
And this is the fate that follows
The song of the Lorelei.

Heine, Heinrich, Book of Songs, The Homecoming (1823-1824) No. 2