Das Wandern
Travel
Die Schöne Müllerin The Miller's pretty Daughter
Müller
To wander, that’s what millers like!
A miller can’t be any good
Who’s not got wandering in his blood.
Water has shown us the way.
It doesn’t rest by day or night,
Moving on, its sole delight.
See, the mill wheels are the same,
They don’t like to be at rest,
Turning tirelessly, that’s best.
Millstones, heavy as they are
Join the progress of the dance;
They’d go faster given a chance.
To wander is what I would like,
So, Master, Mistress, if you please,
Let me travel at my ease.
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