Wohlauf und [frisch]1 gewandert ins unbekannte Land!
Zerrissen, ach zerrissen, ist manches teure Band.
Ihr heimatlichen Kreuze, wo ich oft betend lag,
Ihr Bäume, ach, ihr Hügel, oh blickt mir segnend nach.
Noch schläft die weite Erde, kein Vogel weckt den Hain,
Doch bin ich nicht verlassen, doch bin ich nicht allein,
Denn, ach, auf meinem Herzen trag' ich ihr teures Band,
Ich fühl's, und Erd und Himmel sind innig mir verwandt.
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1 Schneider, Silcher: "froh"
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Christian Immo Schneider (b. 1935), "Wanderung", 1984, unpublished [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Robert Schumann (1810 - 1856), "Wanderung", op. 35 no. 7 (1840), published 1841 [ voice and piano ], from Zwölf Gedichte von Justinus Kerner, no. 7, Leipzig, Klemm [sung text checked 1 time]
- by (Philipp) Friedrich Silcher (1789 - 1860), "Wanderung", op. 12 no. 3, published 1829 [ voice and piano ], from Sechs Lieder von Justinus Kerner, no. 3, Stuttgart: Zumsteeg'sche Musikalienhandlung [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , "Partença", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Het vertrek", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Wandering", copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Randonnée", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , "Viaggio", copyright © 2006, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 73
Su, in lieto cammino per la landa sconsciuto!
Distrutti, ahimè distrutti sono molti cari legami.
Voi croci del mio paese, dove mi fermavo spesso a pregare,
voi alberi e colline, seguitemi con lo sguardo benedicente.
Dorme ancora la vasta terra, nessun uccello sveglia il bosco,
ma io non sono abbandonato, ma io non sono solo,
perché nel cuore porto il dolce pegno di lei,
lo sento, e terra e cielo sono intimamente legati a me.
