Huntsman's song
Brahms, Johannes
Huntsman, why do you hunt the hare?
I hunt the hare, it must be so.
Huntsman, what is that in your eye?
Tears they are, it must be so.
Huntsman, what do you have in your heart?
Love and sorrow, it must be so.
Huntsman, when will you fetch home your beloved?
Never, ah never, it must be so.