The Flood

Winterreise A Journey into Winter


From my eyes many a tear has fallen
And greedily the flakes of snow
Have quenched the fire of my pain.

When it’s time for grass to grow,
Warm, gentle winds are felt,
The ice soon breaks in pieces
And soon the soft snows melt.

Snow, you know my yearning –
Tell me where you mean to go:
And if you would pursue my tears,
Then join the river’s flow,

Pass through the busy town,
The streets and alley ways,
And when you note the glow of tears,
That’s where my sweetheart stays.