I'm going to go into the fir trees There where I last saw her But the evening is throwing a cloth upon the land and upon the ways behind the edge of the forest And the forest it is so black and empty Woe is me, oh woe And the birds sing no more
Without you I cannot be Without you With you I am alone too Without you Without you I count the hours without you With you the seconds stand still They aren't worth it
On the branches in the ditches it's now silent and without life And breathing becomes oh so hard for me Woe is me, oh woe And the birds sing no more
Without you I cannot be Without you With you I am alone too Without you Without you I count the hours without you With you the seconds stand still They aren't worth it without you