They're sounding the rally

They're sounding the rally,

Dear Mother.

My beloved must depart,

And leaves me alone!

From the heavens the stars

Have hardly yet flown,

But already firing in the distance

Is the infantry.

Scarcely does he hear the sound,

Ere he fastens his knapsack,

He marches away,

With my heart following after.

My beloved must depart,

And leaves me alone!

To me it is as the day

When the sun has disappeared.

My sorrow will not

Be so quickly healed.

I ask for nothing,

I take pleasure no longer,

I keep conversation only

With my pain--

My beloved must depart,

And leaves me alone!