Your journey over the mountains And come on many a green spot I must return all alone; Farewell! It must be so.
To part, to leave what we love, Ah. how it grieves the heart! O glassy lakes, woods and hills, you all vanish; I hear the echo of your voices dying away.
'Farewell' sounds sadly; Ah, how it grieves the heart To part, to leave what we love; 'Farewell' sounds sadly.