Once more I am a wanderer, a pilgrim, through the world.
But what else are you!
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe – The Sorrows of Young Werther, Part II, June 16th
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Literal: Yes, well I'm just a wanderer, a pilgrim on earth! Are you more, then?
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Should Old Acquaintance be forgot,
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old long syne.
and never thought upon;
The flames of Love extinguished,
and fully past and gone:
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold,
that loving Breast of thine;
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old long syne.
CHORUS:
On Old long syne my Jo,
On Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On Old long syne.
On Old long syne,
That thou canst never once reflect,
On Old long syne.
James Watson - Old Long Syne