Tenor Solo:
 The last clod of earth has rolled down [into the grave],
 That last tear has been dedicated [to her];
 And quietly homeward wandered those who
 Had accompanied the miller's child to her final resting-place.

 The gravedigger, too, leaves the graveside,
 Only the maiden still kneels at the grave.
 Already twinkles from the deep blue heavens
 The stars' golden, shining swarm.

 The moonlight listens through the foliage of the lime trees,
 As if it were trying to find something dear.
 The wandering girl rises to her feet,
 And walks towards the gate of cemetery.

Gravedigger:
 Where are you going? The night grows damp.

Rose:
 I am guided homeward by the glory of the stars.

Gravedigger:
 Child, imagine it is the wish of your father:
 Spend the night in my cottage,
 The little that I have,
 I will bestow upon you, my child.

Rose:
 I thank you - with new love of life
 Your friendly words fill my breast -
 I will follow you, until the morning light breaks
 I will, my father, be your guest.

Gravedigger:
 You see that my walls are without ornament.

Rose:
 The little wreath there hanging from a white ribbon?

Gravedigger:
 I count that as my greatest treasure;
 My dear wife, who rests out there [in the graveyard],
 Wore this wreath in her blonde hair,
 When she became mine before the altar.

 But let the dead rest -
 They have peace now.
 May God send angels to guard us
 During our sleep this night.

Rose:
 May it [the guard of angels] protect you, as it protects all the righteous.

Gravedigger:
 Sleep well!