A morning frost covers the orchard But the cherries are all in bloom A heavy stone rests on my shoulders And leaving's all that's left to do Give all I have to that stranger Passing through, passing through My life, my youth, my happiness I bid adieu, I bid adieu What's true, what's false, you see so clearly While I, it seems, have lost my sight The sureness of youth is pressing you forward But life's still hidden from your eyes And so, you say, you want your giants If this be so, I wish you well But be warned, they're not compliant And only good in fairytales There's no way out, no use in trying I promise you, I promise you The train has pulled into the station Don your cape, lace your shoes A morning frost covers the orchard But the cherries are all in bloom After the dark cold winter You are young, young again