Die Verbannten Kinder Evas

Away the moor is dark beneath the moon,
And rapid clouds have drunk days last pale beam,
Gathering winds will call darkness so soon,
Will call the darkness soon
Away away to thy sad silent home,
Pour bitter tears on its desolated hearth
Watch the dim shades as like all ghosts they go,
Like ghosts they go and come.
[ Sad Silent Home Lyrics ]