I wandered among the trees

I wandered among the trees,

alone with my suffering;

along came that old dream

and crept into my heart.

Who taught you this little word,

you tiny birds in the airy heights?

Be quiet! if my heart hears it,

then all my pain will return.

"It came from a young woman,

who sang it again and again;

that is how we tiny birds captured

this pretty, golden word."

You should not explain this to me now,

you tiny, cunning birds;

you wanted to steal my grief from me,

but I trust no one.