Die Schöne Müllerin D. 795: Xiv. Der Jäger

So what are you hunting for down by the mill
There's nothing to stalk and there’s nothing to kill
There's only one creature who's drawing you here
And she is my darling and she is my deer

This mill and this village want nothing from you
Your hounds and [Bm]your horns and [Bm]your hullabaloo
And if you [A7come crashing in here with your gun
My timorous angel will turn and [Bm]she’ll ɾun

The sight of your beard will frighten your prey
The fawn in the garden will hurry away
Your scrabbly stubbble will only dismay
The fawn in the garden, who’ll hurry away

So stay in the forest, I humbly ɾequest
Give hardworking farmers and [Bm]millers a ɾest
Or maybe [Am]tɾy fishing for [Dm7]novelty’s sake
Go stand [Bm]in a ɾiver, or jump in a lake

So stay in the forest, stay ɾight where you [A7are
And gaze if you [A7have to [C7]but gaze from afar

Or you [A7could do something more useful instead?
Like maybe [Am]policing her stɾawberry bed
Wild boars come at night and [Bm]they scoff all [Em]the fruit
So why not shoot them [A]if you [A7need to [C7]shoot?
Wild boars come at night and [Bm]they eat the fruit
So why not shoot them [A]if you [A7have to [C7]shoot?