Die schöne Müllerin D. 795: I. Das Wandern

A miller loves to sit and dream of somewhere

That’s what I do, I sit and dream of somewhere

And where it is, it’s hard to say

Not near at hand, nor far away

But somewhere, yes somewhere

But somewhere, yes somewhere

The rushing waters show the way to somewhere

Careering headlong, night and day to somewhere

And so I watch the millstream race

To some as yet uncharted place

To somewhere, to somewhere

To somewhere, to somewhere

The millwheels long to join the game, the millwheels

They plainly seem to feel the same, the millwheels

For like my mind they churn and churn

The more they turn, the more I yearn

For somewhere, for somewhere

For somewhere, for somewhere

The millstones show the other way, the millstones

It’s ‘here I sit - and here I’ll stay!’ for millstones

But the settled life is not for me

How could I bear to never see

My somewhere, my somewhere

My somewhere, my somewhere?

So time to wander, time to pack, for somewhere

To set my course (and not look back) for somewhere

By the time my Master knows I’m gone

There’s a journey I’ll have started on.

To somewhere, to somewhere

To somewhere, to somewhere