1 By the well outside the gate
A lime-tree stands
In his shade I was dreaming
Many a sweet dream
I carved into his bark
Many a word of affection
In good and in bad times
I always felt pulled towards him
2 Today as well, I must wander
Past in darkest night
There in the dark I closed
My eyes
And his twigs were bustling
As though they called out to me:
"Come yonder, dear fellow
Here you shall find peace"
3 The cold winds were blowing
Straight into my countenance
The hat flew off my head
Yet I would not turn around
Now many an hour I've been
Separated from this place
Yet always I hear the bustling:
"Yonder you would find your peace!"