Im Dorfe
In the Village

Winterreise A Journey into Winter


The dogs are barking, rattling their chains,
The folk are asleep in their beds
Dreaming of thing they do not possess,
Of good and of bad, clearing their heads.

By the morning it all will have gone,
But, they will have had their due share
And have hopes of enjoying anything left
On their pillows once they’re back there.

Bark till I leave, you watchful dogs,
Don’t let me rest whilst others might sleep.
I’ve finished with dreaming, and sleepers;
So why should I their company keep?