The sheep

Slowly they pass

In the grey of the evening

Over the wet road,

A flock of sheep.

Slowly they wend

In the grey of the gloaming

Over the wet road

That winds through the town.

Slowly they pass,

And gleaming whitely

Vanish away

In the grey of the evening.

Ah, what memories

Loom for a moment,

Gleam for a moment,

And vanish away,

Of the white days

When we two together

Went in the evening,

Where the sheep lay,

We two together,

Went with slow feet

In the grey of the evening

Where the sheep lay.

Whitely they gleam

For a moment and vanish.