My heart is heavy

My heart is heavy, my eyes are awake,

the wind goes sighing through the night.

The treetops rustle back and forth;

they whisper of times gone by.

They whisper of times gone by,

of great happiness and heartache,

of the castle and the maidens inside -

where has all of it gone?

Where has all of it gone?

sorrow, love and joy, and youthful thoughts?

The wind goes sighing through the night,

My heart is heavy, my eyes are awake.