Lyrics Don’t Be Cross (Sei Nich Bös) - Richard Tauber

She was the miller's daughter fair
Oft to the old mill window there
Came a fisher lad to woo
Vowing his heart was fond and true
But the maid was cold and proud
Laughed at him and all he vowed
When he begged her,"Be my bride!"
Scornfully she replied,
"Don't be cross, it cannot be,
Don't be cross, dear one, with me.
I can never share your lot,
But still, but still forget me not."
She is the miller's daughter still
Wooers have somehow passed the mill
Not so youthful as of yore,
She is cold and proud no more
When she sees her old love pass
From her window smiles the lass,
But to her glances and her sighs
Merrily he replies,
"Don't be cross, it cannot be,
Don't be cross, dear one with me,
I can never share your lot,
But still, but still forget me not."