Die schöne Müllerin D. 795: III. Halt!

As you led me through the forest

As I followed my stream

A mill bathed in sunlight

Appeared like a dream

Appeared like a dream

Here’s the mighty millwheel turning

here’s a song that I know

full of longing, full of yearning

There’s a song that I know

But the house feels so lonely

Full of weeping and woe.

Yet it’s bathed in golden sunlight

So bright and so clear

Its bathed in golden sunlight

So bright and so clear

Is this where I am bound for?

Were you leading me here?

Is this where I am bound for?

Were you leading me here?

Were you leading me here?

Were you leading me here?