O wüsst ich doch
If only I knew
Groth
O, if only I knew the way back,
The precious way to the land of my childhood!
O, why did I look for happiness,
Why let go of mother’s hand?
O, how I long to rest,
With no travail to wake me up,
To close my weary eyes,
Under the soft cover of love.
And not to probe, or be on guard,
Only to dream sweetly, at ease;
Not aware of time’s changes,
For the second time, a child.
Just show me the way to go back,
The precious way to the land of my childhood!
I’ve sought happiness in vain;
Hereabouts, all is barren waste.
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