SHALL I live always Sitting at home? Wasting my youth here, Never to roam? And by the window Shall I always stay, The far road watching By night and by day? Are the hawk's pinions Unfettered never? Is ev'ry journey Barred him for ever? To foreign peoples Fears he to be gone? With step-mother Fortune To live alone? Why is he eager To see all the world? Why yearns his spirit For pinions unfurled? Why does my darling. Oh why does she, Her tears fast flowing, Sit always by me? See, she flies from me, Sings me a song, With her hand beckons To follow along! No, here no longer At home shall I stay, Nor watch at the window The road far away! I shall go out of doors; The road calls to a land, And there I shall live As God may command! |