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This is my place of peace
The place that I hope to die
Beside the whispering Mosel
Under a blue Mosel sky.
Not soon, not for many years yet,

So I can wander these quiet lanes
Watching Mosel grapes
Washed by Mosel rains;
Then with the late sunshine
Burst into sweetness and taste
So that a year’s labour
Has not gone to waste.
So we sit in old Bielstein
To often take a quiet glass,
And watch the flowing river

As the hours gently pass;
Maybe a cake at the castle
Whose ruins dominate the hill,
Scene of so much history
Yet standing there still.
And over all this place
Such a feeling of peace
That I feel contentment,
Fulfilled and at my ease.

A stroll back by the river
For a pleasant day’s end,
Good food and company
With my good Mosel friends.

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