– A Winter’s Tale
the dismal month of November it was,
gloomy days grew shorter,
wind was tugging the last leaves down
I left for the German border.
as I came nearer German soil,
left my heart beat quicker
my breast, and I even think
tear began to trickle.
did strange things to me when I heard
German language spoken –
nothing so much as if my heart
pleasantly being broken
little girl was playing the harp
singing with genuine feeling
out of tune, but still the song
sang was most appealing.
sang of love and sacrifice,
pain and a tomorrow
alt shall meet in a better world
this vale of sorrow;
how all sufferings will be past,
soul will bask transfigured
joys eternal, not like here
pleasures are brief and niggard.
sang the ancient lullaby
doing without, of pie-in-
that they soothe the people with,
oaf, when they hear it crying.
know the tune, I know the words,
know every single author;
know they tippled wine on the quiet
publicly preaching water.
different song, a better song,
get the subject straighter:
make a heaven on earth, my friends,
of waiting till later.
shouldn't we be happy on earth,
should we still go short?
should the idle belly consume
working hands have wrought?
bread enough grows here on earth
feed mankind with ease, and roses
myrtles, beauty and joy,
(in the season) peas.
fresh green peas for everyone
soon as the pods have burst.
we’ll leave to the angels, and
sparrows, who had it first.
should we find that after death
grown some wings, we'll make
point of calling on you up there
some blessed tea-and-cake.
better song, with fiddles and flutes,
set the people singing!
miserere is out of date,
death-knell’s no longer ringing
maiden Europa is betrothed
that handsome Genius, Freedom.
lie in each other's arms embraced,
warms my heart to see them.
priest will bless their vows, but the pair
taken and will fulfil them.
to the bride and here's to the groom,
to all their future children.
wedding enough, and I'll sing my song
help the solemnising.
in my heart I feel the stars
are stars inspired, they wildly glow,
in streams of fire –
feet I could break an oak, my strength
I set foot on German soil
magic juices are flowing –
giant has touched his mother again,
he feels his powers growing.