Es klappert die Mühle am rauschenden Bach English translation
von Andrea Jürgens

The mill clatters by the rushing brook:
Clip clop.
By day and by night, the miller is always awake:
Clip clop.
He grinds the grain into hearty bread,
And when we have this, there is no need.
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop!


Quickly the wheels run and turn the stone:
Clip clop!
And grind the wheat into fine flour for us:
Clip clop!
The baker then makes rusks and cakes from it,
Which always taste especially good to children.
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop!

When the field of grain yields abundantly:
Clip clop!
The mill then swiftly moves its wheels:
Clip clop!
And if heaven only always grants us bread,
We are secure and do not suffer need.
Clip clop, clip clop, clip clop!