Do you wish me to go?

On the heath blows the wind -

Sweet child, sweet child -

do you wish me, despite the storm and horror,

to go out into the night -

do you wish me to go?

On the heath at the top of the mountain

Piles the snow, piles the snow;

It sweeps the street, the gorge and pool alike

with white wings.

Do you wish me to go?

Hark! the sound of the sea

is wild and woeful, wild and woeful!

By the willows sits an evil sprite

and my path goes past that place -

Do you wish me to go?

For here in your arms,

how cosy and warm, cosy and warm;

Ah, how often have I thought:

if only I could have just one night with you...

Do you wish me to go?