Wer hat die schönsten Schäfchen?
Die hat der gold'ne Mond,
Der hinter unsern Bäumen
Am Himmel drüben wohnt.
Er kommt am späten Abend,
Wenn alles schlafen will,
Hervor aus seinem Hause
Zum Himmel leis' und still.
Dann weidet er die Schäfchen
Auf seiner blauen Flur,
Denn all' die weißen Sterne
Sind seine Schäfchen nur.
Sie tun sich nichts zu Leide
Hat eins das and're gern,
Und Schwestern sind und Brüder
Da droben Stern an Stern.
Und soll ich dir ein's bringen,
So darfst du niemals schrei'n,
Mußt freundlich wie die Schäfchen
Und wie ihr Schäfer sein.
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Who has the most beautiful little sheep?
The golden moon does,
Who lives behind those trees
In the heavens up high.
He comes in the late evening,
When everything wants to sleep,
Out from his house
To the sky softly and quietly.
Then he tends his little sheep
On his blue meadow,
For all of the white stars
Are his little sheep.
They do us no harm.
Each is fond of the others,
And sisters and brothers above
Are star by star.
And if you want me to bring you one,
You must never scream,
You must be as amiable
As those little sheep and their shepherd.
