Das Wandern ist des Müllers

Wandering is the Miller's joy,
Wandering is the Miller's joy,
Wandering.
A lousy miller must he be,
Who never thought of wandering,
Who never thought of wandering,
Wandering.

From water we have learned it,
From water we have learned it,
From water:
It has no rest day and night,
Always eager to wander,
Always eager to wander,
Water.

We see this in the wheels as well,
We see this in the wheels as well,
In the wheels:
They never like to stand still,
Never tire of turning by day,
Never tire of turning by day,
The wheels.

The stones themselves, heavy as they are,
The stones themselves, heavy as they are,
The stones,
They dance in lively rows,
And want to be even faster,
And want to be even faster,
The stones.

Oh wandering, wandering my joy,
Oh wandering, wandering my joy,
Oh wandering.
Master and mistress,
Let me continue in peace
Let me continue in peace
And wander.