The Mill's Song (Die Müllerin) // Medieval Folk Rock // Original

Original song inspired by "Die Müllerin (Am Waldesrand ’ne Mühle stand)", a German folk song that is downright uncomfortable to listen to. It makes for a nice folk rock tune though xD

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📋 Lyrics

At forest's edge a mill did stand,
Its wheel clacked with rhythmic hand,
Within the mill there lived a pair,
The miller and his lady fair,

Oh lovely maid of miller's kin,
How gladly would I be within,
How happy I would feel, oh yes,
In your small mill, a place to bless,

(Umbadi...)

(Umbadi...)

(Umbadi...)

Umbadi, umbadi, the mill's sweet song,
Through twists of fate, we all belong,
Aaahh, where hearts do play,
In the mill's embrace, a gentle ray!

The miller man, he left one day,
To another place he made his way,
Now in the mill there dwelled alone,
The fair young maid, the miller's own,

A traveler came along the road,
He knocked upon the mill's abode,
The miller's maid, she let him in,
And in the mill they did begin,

(Umbadi...)

They doused the lamp, in darkness, night,
What followed next, obscured from sight,
Within the mill there dwelled that night,
The wanderer and the maid so bright,

The miller man returned that day,
To find the two alone at bay,
He took his staff, both strong and grave,
Now digs the wanderer's final grave,

(Umbadi...)

(Umbadi...)

(Umbadi...)

Umbadi, umbadi, the mill's sweet song,
Through twists of fate, we all belong,
Aaahh, where hearts do play,
In the mill's embrace, a gentle ray! (Hey!)

Not long after, a son was born,
Resembling the wanderer, sworn,
But he was a miller, clear,
In storybooks, his tale did peer,

And so the lesson, clear and bright,
The last wanderer, not in sight,
In years to come, we'll wait and see,
A queue might form, oh, how it might be,

(Umbadi...)

(Umbadi...)

(Umbadi...)

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