The storm wind covers the
Whirling the fleecy snow drifts,
Now it howls like a wolf,
Now it is crying, like a lost child,
Now rustling the decayed
On our tumbledown roof,
Now, like a delayed traveller,
Knocking on our window pane.
Our wretched little
Is gloomy and dark.
Why do you sit all
Hugging the window, old gran?
Has the howling of the
Wearied you, at last, dear friend?
Or are you dozing
Under the spinning wheel's humming?
Let us drink, dearest
To my poor wasted youth.
Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass?
Our hearts at least will be lightened.
Sing me a song of how the
Quietly lives across the sea.
Sing me a song of how the young
Went to fetch water in the morning.
The storm wind covers the
Whirling the fleecy snow
Now it howls like a wolf,
Now it is crying, like a lost child.
Let us drink, dearest
To my poor wasted youth.
Let us drink from grief - Where's the glass?
Our hearts at least will be lightened.
