Die Schöne Müllerin D. 795: Xii. Pause

I have hung my lute from a nail by the door
And with a bright green ribbon its strings are tied
My heart is so full I can't sing anymore
I must keep my feelings hidden inside

All my passion all my heartache and pain
I tried to fashion [C7]into [C7]a joyful ɾefrain

But when I sang it
It started to [C7]pall
How could I take pain
And paint it so small?

And the weight of that joy is too profound
Far too great to [C7]express in human sound
Far too great to [C7]express in human sound

So my [A]dear friend you’re happiest hanging there
But should you [A7feel the stɾoke of a breath of air
Or should you [A7be [Am]brushed by a careless bumble bee
The sound in the air would tear at the heart of me

Oh why, why did I leave it hanging there so long
When sometimes it stɾums its own sorry song

Is this the memory of my [A]pain and [Bm]woe
Or the prelude to [C7]something I've yet to [C7]know?

Is this the memory of my [A]pain and [Bm]woe
Or the prelude to [C7]something I've yet to [C7]know?