Leaving

The fragrant herbs of the meadow,

The blades of grass in the fresh morning dew,

The flower on the heath,

Someone calls: I'm leaving!

Farewell, I'm leaving.

The roses in their fresh glory,

The lilies in their angel attire

The trees dressed in green,

Someone calls: I'm leaving!

Farewell, I'm leaving.

Everything is now coming and going

More a farewell than a goodbye.

We have pleasure, hope and suffering,

And in the end we have to leave.

Farewell, farewell, we are leaving.

So does it have to be farewell?

Farewell, farewell, remember me

In joy and in suffering.

Farewell, farewell, we are leaving.

Farewell.