Wanderers Nachtlied II
On the Road at Eventide
Goethe
In the hills
All’s still.
In the trees,
Barely a breeze
And no birdsong.
Wait a while, before long
You too’ll be at ease.
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In the hills
All’s still.
In the trees,
Barely a breeze
And no birdsong.
Wait a while, before long
You too’ll be at ease.
This page Copyright © 2024 Uri Liebrecht