Wayfarer’s Evening Song lyrics

by

Johann Wolfgang von Goethe


Over every hilltop
comes repose.
From every treetop
there blows
barely a breath toward you.
Birds in the woodland cease their song.
Wait, now. Before long
You will rest, too.
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