Der Neugierige
The Need to Know

Die Schöne Müllerin The Miller's pretty Daughter


I shall not ask a flower
Nor shall I ask a star,
For they just cannot tell me
What the answers are.

You see, I am no gardener
And the stars are up too high,
So, my brook, you tell me,
Did my heart tell me a lie?

Brook, my dearest friend,
Say, why so still today?
It is only one small word
I want to hear you say.

One small word is ‘yes’
The other one is ‘no’.
These words mark the limits
Of the world I know.

Oh brook, my dearest friend,
This is not at all like you,
You know that I’ll tell no-one else;
Does she love me? Tell me, do!