Die Krähe
The Crow

Winterreise A Journey into Winter


A crow came with me
From town as I fled
And always, till today,
It flew over my head.

Crow, strange creature,
Will you leave me now?
Or will you return, d’you think,
To feed on my brow?

Well, I’ll not get much further,
Even with my stout stave –
So, won’t you be the one
Who’s loyal unto the grave?