There sits my mother on a stone,
And her head is swaying;
She beckons not, nods not, her head falls o'er,
So long she's been sleeping, she'll wake no more.
And her head is swaying;
She beckons not, nods not, her head falls o'er,
So long she's been sleeping, she'll wake no more.
Faust, a Tragedy by Goethe