16. The Favorite Color

A little slow

In green will I dress myself,
In green weeping willows;
My sweetheart is so fond of green.
I'll look for a thicket of cypresses,
A hedge of green rosemary;
My sweetheart is so fond of green.

Away to the joyous hunt!
Away through heath and hedge!
My sweetheart is so fond of hunting.
The beast that I hunt is Death;
The heath is what I call the grief of love.
My sweetheart is so fond of green.

Dig me a grave in the turf,
Cover me with green grass:
My sweetheart is so fond of green.
No black cross, no colorful flowers,
Green, everything green all around!
My sweetheart is so fond of green.

Die schone Mullerin by Wilhelm Muller
music by Franz Schubert Op. 25