Autumn Song
Schumann, Robert
The foliage falls from the trees,
The tender summer foliage.
Life with its dreams
Decomposes into ash and dust.
The little birds in the woods sang,
How silent the wood becomes now!
Love is gone away
No little birds will sing.
Love surely returns again
In the dear forthcoming year
And everything then returns
That has now died away.
Winter be welcome,
Thy garb is pure and new.
He has taken the jewellery,
He protects the jewellery faithfully.