Dream of Spring (1827)

I dreamt of bright flowers 

that blossom in May;

I dreamt of green meadows 

and merry bird-calls.

And when the cocks crowed 

my eyes awoke:

it was cold and dark, 

ravens cawed from the roof.

But there, on the window panes, 

who had painted the leaves? 

Are you laughing at the dreamer 

who saw flowers in winter?

I dreamt of mutual love, 

of a lovely maiden,

of embracing and kissing, 

of joy and rapture.

And when the cocks crowed 

my heart awoke;

now I sit here alone

and reflect upon my dream.

I close my eyes again,

my heart still beats so warmly.

Leaves on my window, when will you turn green? 

When shall I hold my love in my arms?

“Dream of Spring” Franz Schubert (1827)
Part of a series called “Winter journey”