Wo die Berge so blau
Where the blue, blue Mountains

An die ferne Geliebte To the Distant Beloved


Where the blue hills peer
Through the misty grey,
The cooling sun marks the end of day
As clouds draw near,
I want to be there.

There in the peaceful vale
No pain or sorrow can survive.
The primrose, in among the shale,
Quietly reflective in the wind, does thrive,
And I want to be there.

The violence of love drives me away
To trees, my heart-ache to allay…
Never would I be drawn to leave this place
Could I but look forever on your face.