In a cool pile of ashes
At the foot of the stairs
The gone robin's nest
In a million chairs

The dirt of the jungle
The stone that's submerged
The thorn in the bushes
On the wing of a bird

Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)

Contented and still
With my senses expressed
Oh, where may I take my rest?

In the darkness of morning
The arch in the park
The grasses of Germany
Are dewy and dark

In the cage of my longing
The deep empty well
How would I notice it?
How would I tell?
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)

Contented and still
With my senses expressed
Oh, where may I take my rest?

On the dead moons of
Jupiter and it's curious world
Are stuck in a flower
All crooked and curled

In the bed of a lion
The bowels of a ship
Are my vain creations
Amounting to it

Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)
Where may I take my rest? (feudal lord)

Contented and still
With my senses expressed
Oh, where may I take my rest?