Longing
Friedrich Schaffner
I went along the path, which lay there secluded,
I walk it every day, and always alone.
The heath keeps silence, the field is deserted;
only the wind blows around me in the thicket.
The road lies far ahead of me;
my heart has longed only for you, only you.
If you came, it would be a miracle to me,
I bowed to you: I love you.
And in this meeting just one look
would mean the fate of my entire life.
If you directed your eye to me coldly,
I would resist, my maiden: I love you.
But if your beautiful eye greeted and laughed,
like a sun to me in heavy night,
I'd quickly pull your sweet heart to me
and softly whisper: I love you.