Die Post
The Post

Winterreise A Journey into Winter


I hear the post horn in the road.
So why, my heart, are you in a whirl?

The postman has no mail for you.
So why, my heart, do my feelings swirl?

The postman has come out from town.
Where once, my heart, I knew a girl.

So, would you like to go across,
Find news, my heart, of that dear pearl?