In the lowlands is the goat's-peach;
Very delicate are its boughs
Oh, soft and tender,
Glad I am that you have no friend

In the lowlands is the goat's-peach;
Very delicate are its flowers
Oh, soft and tender,
Glad I am that you have no home

In the lowlands is the goat's-peach;
Very delicate is its fruit
Oh, soft and tender,
Glad I am that you have no house.