Through field and beech-forest

Through field and beech-forest,

singing anon, then cheerfully quiet,

happiness is everywhere,

what harmonious travel.

When light hardly glows in the east,

the wide world is still:

then there wafts through nature

the beautiful blossom-time!

The lark announces the morning

launching itself into the clear air,

a fresh travel song

sounds through heart and forest.

O joy, to look from the mountain,

far over forest and stream,

high above is the deep blue

of heaven's cathedral!

Fly little bird from the mountain

and clouds so swiftly,

Thoughts fly with

the birds and the wind.

The clouds flow down,

the little bird swoops down also,

Thought and song fly

away into the heavens.