This autumn breeze
So gently blows,
I know: The trees
So wearily undress.
This autumn breeze
A gentle shadow
Over a sunny day´s smile
That beguiles me in that wood.
This autumn breeze
So gently blows;
We go along this ancient road
That we trod in times gone by.
This autumn breeze
Is in my breath, and death
Is master of this life; and yet,
Along this little ancient path
I know that I belong.
And winter comes,
With domes of ice
And snow, and light
It fades and wanes.
And thus I breathe,
And close my eyes,
And in awe I savour
The picture in my heart.
