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by August Corrodi (1826 - 1885)

Wer hat dich, du schöner Wald
Language: German (Deutsch) 
                "Wer hat dich, du schöner Wald,
                Aufgebaut so hoch da droben?"

Wir gingen im goldnem Abendschein
Durch die hohen Waldeshallen
Und ließen aus tiefster, vollster Brust
Das liebe Lied erschallen.

Und Echo trug den lauten Ton
Bis zu den fernsten Gründen,
Und wollte den fernsten Gründen auch
Das liebe Lied verkünden.

Mein Eichendorff, mein Mendelssohn,
Du schöne, reine Terze!
Es jubelte, Euer eingedenk,
Mein tiefstes, tiefstes Herze! 

About the headline (FAQ)

Note: the quote is the first two lines of Eichendorff's Der Jäger Abschied

Text Authorship:

  • by August Corrodi (1826 - 1885), no title [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):

  • by Johann Carl Eschmann (1826 - 1882), "Wir gingen im goldenen Abendschein", op. 31. [tenor and piano] [
     text not verified 
    ]

Researcher for this page: Harry Joelson

This text was added to the website: 2008-11-20
Line count: 14
Word count: 68

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