Translation of Vilya song from Franz Lehar's "The Merry Widow" Operetta

Come, all ye gathered here, Let's sing together loud and clear, Of a good fairy, you've all heard, Sure her name's Vilya, that's the word! Vilya's a pretty maid of the wood, A hunter espied her by the cliff where she stood, The poor boy was stricken, He shouted out loud, With a terrible shudder He sighed to the clouds -- "Vilya, O Vilya, my wood nymph divine! Embrace me forever Your true love is mine. Vilya, O Vilya my life's in your hands, I'm dying for love's gentle balm." The Wood nymph lent him Her soft, sweet hand, And showed him to her stony home. The poor boy nearly lost his mind! So lovingly kissed No child of Earth Evermore.