Die Schöne Müllerin D. 795: I. Das Wandern

A miller loves to sit and dream of somewhere
That’s what I do, I sit and dream of somewhere
And where it is, it’s hard to say
Not near at hand, nor far away
But somewhere, yes somewhere
But somewhere, yes somewhere

The rushing waters show the way to [C7]somewhere
Careering headlong, night and [Bm]day to [C7]somewhere
And so I watch the millstɾeam ɾace
To some as yet uncharted place
To somewhere, to [C7]somewhere
To somewhere, to [C7]somewhere

The millwheels long [Am]to [C7]join the game, the millwheels
They plainly seem [A]to [C7]feel the same, the millwheels
For like [F]my [A]mind they churn and [Bm]churn
The more they turn, the more I yearn
For somewhere, for [Dm7]somewhere
For somewhere, for [Dm7]somewhere

The millstones show the other way, the millstones
It’s ‘here I sit - and [Bm]here I’ll stay!’ for [Dm7]millstones
But the settled life is not for [Dm7]me
How could I bear to [C7]never see
My somewhere, my [A]somewhere
My somewhere, my [A]somewhere?

So time to [C7]wander, time to [C7]pack, for [Dm7]somewhere
To set my [A]course (and [Bm]not look back) for [Dm7]somewhere
By the time my [A]Master knows I’m gone
There’s a journey I’ll have started on.
To somewhere, to [C7]somewhere
To somewhere, to [C7]somewhere