The Linden Tree (click title)
A linden tree is standing
beside a flowing stream.
and here beneath its branches
I dreamed my sweetest dream.
I carved her name into its bark,
And loving words so dear.
And in my joy and sorrow
It always drew me here.
and now I must pass by it
Pass by in deepest night.
And even in the darkness
I keep it from my sight.
I hear its branches rustle
And call as I go past
'Come here to me my brother
And find your peace at last'.
The bitter wind is whistling
So cold into my face.
My hat flies off behind me.
I dare not slow my pace.
I've walked for many hours now,
And still its call I hear.
The rustling of its branches,
you'll find a haven here'.