An End
I haveno heart for any other joy,The drenched September day turns to depart,And I have said good-bye to what I love;With my own will I vanquished my own heart.On the long wind I hear the winter coming,The window panes are cold and blind with rain;With my own will I turned the summer from meAnd summer will not come to me again.
I haveno heart for any other joy,The drenched September day turns to depart,And I have said good-bye to what I love;With my own will I vanquished my own heart.On the long wind I hear the winter coming,The window panes are cold and blind with rain;With my own will I turned the summer from meAnd summer will not come to me again.
I haveno heart for any other joy,The drenched September day turns to depart,And I have said good-bye to what I love;With my own will I vanquished my own heart.
I haveno heart for any other joy,
The drenched September day turns to depart,
And I have said good-bye to what I love;
With my own will I vanquished my own heart.
On the long wind I hear the winter coming,The window panes are cold and blind with rain;With my own will I turned the summer from meAnd summer will not come to me again.
On the long wind I hear the winter coming,
The window panes are cold and blind with rain;
With my own will I turned the summer from me
And summer will not come to me again.