Translation:
My heart always lingers
in the birthplace of Jesus
My thoughts there gather
as their main sum
There is my longing at home,
there has my faith its prize
You I never could forget,
blessed Christmas night
A sparrow though has its nest
and sacred resting space
A swallow shouldn't need to ask
for nightly shelter and peace
A lion knows its cave
Where it'll find its calm
Should then my God have to hide
in others' stable and straw?
Oh come, I will open
my heart and my mind
and full of longing sigh:
Comest thou in, Jesus
It's not a strange homestead
you bought it yourself
So you can stay here,
faithfully swathed in my heart
I'd like to see the Palm branches
Sprinkled about your crib
For you, for you alone
I will live and die.
Come, let my soul find
the appropriate joy
That you were born here.
In the deep ground of the heart