Am Feierabend
After the Day's Work

Die Schöne Müllerin The Miller's pretty Daughter


Had I a thousand
Arms or more,
If I could drive
The mill wheel’s roar,
If through whole woods
My breath could blow,
If I could make the mill-wheels go….

But, oh, my arms are far too weak.
What I can lift or carry as such,
Why, any lad could do as much.
And there I sit, in with the rest
As the sun sets in the west;
The Miller says to everyone,
I’m pleased with all the work you’ve done.
The miller’s daughter turns to call,
Good night, a good night to you all.