Der Hirt Auf Dem Felsen - The Shepherd on the Rock
When, from the higheste rock up here,
I look deep down into the valley,
and sing,
Far from the valley dark and deep
echoes rush through, upward and back to me,
The chams.
The further that my voice resounds,
so much the brighter it echoes
from under.
My sweetheart dwells so far from me,
I hotly long to be with her
over there.
I am consumed in misery
hapiness is far from me,
Hope has on earth eluded me,
I am so lonesome here.
So longingly did sound the song,
so longingly through wood and night,
Towards heaven it draws all hearts
with amazing strenght
The Springtime will come,
The Springtime, my hapiness,
Now must i make ready
To wander forth.