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Das Wirtshaus
The Inn

Winterreise A Journey into Winter

It was to a grave yard
My path had led;
The thought to enter
Came into my head.

The memorial wreaths
Could have been a sign
Inviting those passing
To a cool glass of wine.

Is it true in this place
The rooms are all taken?
I’m tired, fit to drop,
Desperate and forsaken!

Could you show me no pity
And just turn me away?
On goes my journey,
It’s no place to stay.