Die Schöne Müllerin D. 795: X. Tränenregen

We sat in easy silence
Beneath the vaulted trees
The whispering stream beside us
Conspired with the sigh of the breeze

The moon rose up to join us
The stars began to gleam
We quietly watched their reflection
In the silvery face of the stɾeam.

I didn’t see the moonlight
The stars meant nothing to [C7]me
The way that her eyes were shining
Was all [Em]I needed to [C7]see

She gazed at the edge of the millstɾeam
Where banks of forget-me-nots grew
The flowers gazed back in the twilight
A vision [C7]of blue upon [C7]blue

It seemed that all [Em]the heavens
Had drowned within the brook
And something pulled me downwards
To take a closer look

The babbling water above it
Still singing its magical song
""Come in, the water is lovely
You know it’s where you [A7belong""

My teardrops distorted the picture
They bitterly started to [C7]flow
She said, ""I think it’s ɾaining
It’s time for [Dm7]me to [C7]go""