Chill penury and winter's power lyrics

Chill penury and winter's power

Upon my soul so hard have prest,

That I would fain have seen no more

The red flow'rs that the meadows drest:

Yet, truth! 'twere hard, if I were gone,

Upon the merry-making throng,

That loud with joy was wont to ring,

And o'er the green to dance and spring!

• Artist:Walther von der Vogelweide