There is someone in the world

There is someone in the world,

Move, my little spinning wheel!

Gently turn, go on your way,

And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,

There is someone in the world

To whom my dreams lead me.

There is in the valley,

Move, my little wheel!

Gently turn, go on your way,

And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,

There is in the valley,

A windmill by the bridge.

Love grinds its barley there,

Move, my little wheel!

Gently turn, go on your way,

And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,

Love grinds its barley there,

All day long.

Night turns toward the stars,

Move, my little wheel!

Gently turn, go on your way,

And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,

Night turns toward the stars,

And sighs its song.

The wheel there has broken.

Move, my little wheel!

Gently turn, go on your way,

And speak your gentle refrain in a low voice,

The wheel there has broken.

Finished is the song.