Das Wandern (Schubert/Müller)
Wandering is the miller’s joy,
He must be a miserable miller,
Who never likes to wander.
We’ve learned this from the water,
From the water!
It does not rest by day or night,
It’s always thinking of its journey,
We see this also with the wheels,
With the wheels!
They don’t like to stand still,
And go all day without tiring.
The stones themselves, heavy though they are,
They join in the cheerful dance,
And want to go yet faster.
Oh, wandering, wandering, my joy,
Oh, Master and Mistress,
Let me continue in peace,