High on the rocky crags
Surrounding Vergessen
Looking down upon
That windswept town

The melancholy spires
Of gray buildings
Weather beaten
By winter winds

A mournful raven’s cry
All to break the pensive silence
Then iron church bells
Echo around the cliffs

Who lives in such a town?
So windswept and forgotten
The soil fruitless
Unyielding

A single maid is seen
Carrying her pail
She doesn’t look up
She’s seen it all before

How lonely the somber wind
The gaunt trees sigh
An icy breath
Whispers through the hills

There is a vestige
Of bygone days
A wistful yearning
On the breeze

Moving on now
Night comes quickly
And soon the town
Will be in shadow

How long until another traveler
Passes this way?
Wandering over the rocky crags
Above Vergessen