All my thoughts, my heart and my mind

M. Charisius

All my thoughts, my heart and my mind,

wander there, to where my sweetheart is.

They follow their path despite wall and gate;

they are held up by no bars and no ditches.

They travel like the birds high in the sky,

requiring no bridge over water and chasm;

they find the town and find the house,

find her window out of all the others.

And they knock and call: Open, let us in!

we come from your sweetheart and greet you kindly.