Tell me, Heart, what means this sorrow
That oppresseth thee so sore?
Changed art thou by all this trouble,
And I hardly know thee 'more!

All is gone that gave thee gladness,
All is gone that brought thee sadness.
Gone thy zeal and all thy peace-
Tell me now the cause of this!

Doth the charm of youth allure thee?
Lovely form and beauteous face?
Doth a smile, a glance so tender
Win thee by its wondrous grace?

To avoid her I endeavour,
And resolve the bond to sever;
In a moment yet I'm fain
To return to her again

With her magic spell around me
That to break I need the skill
Doth the heartless maiden bind me
Ever fast against my will;

Captive in her magic bower
Now she holds me in her power,
Ah!, how great the change in me!
Mighty Love, O set me free!