Die Schöne Müllerin The Miller's pretty Daughter


I see a mill there, gleaming
Through the alder trees,
And hear above the noise around
The great wheel make its roaring sound.

The sound, it is so welcome,
The song the mill-wheels sing,
The house is so inviting,
The windows, sparkling.

The sun is shining brightly
Up in a cloudless sky.
So tell me now, my little brook,
Is this the reason why?