I am only one of my many mouths
And at that, the one that will be still the soonest
Much stands behind me: I stand here like a tree...
Much stands behind me: I stand here like a tree...
And the song goes on, beautiful
The song goes on, beautiful
The song goes on, beautiful
The song goes on, beautiful
I am the rest between two notes
Which always seem to be clashing
Because d**hs note wants to climb over-
But in the dark interval, reconciled
They must stay there trembling
And d**hs note wants to climb over
And the song goes on, beautiful
The song goes on, beautiful
The song goes on, beautiful
The song goes on, beautiful