Here you will find the Poem Song from Heine of poet Emma Lazarus
MY heart, my heart is heavy, Though merrily blooms the May; Out on the ancient bastion, Under the lindens I stay. There stands by yon gray old tower, The sentry-house of the town; A red clad peasant soldier Goes pacing up and down. He toys with his shining musket, That gleams in the sunset red, Presenting and shouldering arms now,? I wish he would shoot me dead!
