The wind plays with the weathervane
On my lovely darling?s house.
And I thought in my delusion,
That it mocked the poor fugitive.
He should have noticed sooner
The symbol displayed on the house,
So he wouldn?t ever have expected
To find a faithful woman within.
The wind plays with the hearts inside
As it does on the roof, only not so loudly.
Why should they care about my grief?
Their child is a rich bride.
Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller music by Franz Schubert Op. 89
