Chiesetta Alpina

There's a church up where
The bell's already ringing.
Seeing it so high
It looks like it's in the sky, far away.
With its sound, it seems to say again,
In the sweet morning twilight,
To the little church all in bloom,
You'll return, my handsome mountain man.

You hear a sound, but it's not
The bell of the little church anymore,
It's the silence of the evening
That softly plays the trumpet,
Quieter, like a sigh,
Soon you won't hear it at all,
But it seems you can hear
The little bell ringing down below.

And one day, much louder,
The little bell rings in celebration.
The handsome mountain man has returned
And the little rose becomes more beautiful.
It's white and pure like a flower
That the May sun will make bloom,
And the bell will ring with love
For that wedding celebration.