Folk Song (16th Century)

INNSBRUCK, I must be leaving,

And go my way with grieving

In foreign lands, alack!

My joy has all been taken,

A stranger and forsaken,

I cannot call it back.

Great pain my life must darken,

And thou alone must hearken

To my lamenting, dear.

Into thy heart, oh, take me,

There warm with kindness make me,

When I am far from here.

Oh, thou most comfort-spending,

My love shall be unending,

Staunch, true, without a stain.

God keep thee with His guiding,

Thy virtues be abiding,

Until I come again.