Mein Führer, how I long for thee! I wash with my face with my tears longing for thee. I sigh in bl
Mein Führer, how I long for thee! I wash with my face with my tears longing for thee. I sigh in blood and woebegone, and I cry to heaven: will thou not come back again? Must I long and long in vain? Though cold forms surround, that sever all that bound, my ties to thee–those days are gone, days of joy, and days of love, we so fondly wasted away–but in my darkest days I still turn to thee. Let my melancholy be gone, let my love for thee burn the world abright once again. The memory of the happy times still returns. -- source link