5. The Linden Tree

At the well by the gate
There stands a linden tree;
I dreamed in its shadow
Many a sweet dream.
I carved in its bark
Many a word of love;
In joy and in sorrow
I was always drawn to it.
Again today I had to travel
Past it in the depths of night.
There even in the darkness
I closed my eyes.
And its branches rustled,
As if they called to me:
Come here to me, friend,
Here you?ll find peace!
The cold winds blew
Right into my face;
The hat flew off my head,
I didn?t turn around.
Now I am many hours
Distant from that place,
And I still hear it whispering:
You?d find peace here!

Winterreise by Wilhelm Muller
music by Franz Schubert Op. 89