I travel silently in the coach -
you are so far from me -
but wherever it might take me,
I remain still with you.
.
There fly by forests, gorges
and lovely deep valleys,
and larks high in the sky,
as if your voice were calling.
.
The sun shines merrily
far beyond the area;
I am so happy and so tearful,
and I sing silently inside.
.
From the mountains, the path goes downward,
the posthorn rings out below;
my soul grows so cheerful
and I greet you from the bottom of my heart.
..