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Als nachts ich überm Gebirge ritt

Language: German (Deutsch)

Als nachts ich überm Gebirge ritt,
Rack, schack, schacke mein Pferdchen,
Da ritt ein seltsam Klingeln mit,
Kling, ling, klingelalei.

Es war ein schmeichlerisch bittend Getön,
Es war wie Kinderstimmen schön.

Mir wars, ich streichelt' ein lindes Haar,
Mir war so weh und wunderbar.

Da schwand das Klingeln mit einemmal,
Ich sah hinunter ins tiefe Thal.

Da sah ich Licht in meinem Haus,
Rack, schack, schacke mein Pferdchen,
Mein Bübchen sah nach der Mutter aus,
Kling, ling, klingelalei.

Translation(s): ENG FRE

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

Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "The song of the young witch", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , title 1: "Chanson de la jeune sorcière", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:01:21
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The song of the young witch

Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

When by night I rode over the mountains,
Rack, schack, schacke, my little horse,
A strange ringing seemed to be riding along with me,
Kling, ling, klingelalei.

It was a beguilingly pleading sound,
It was as beautiful as the voices of children.

It was as if I were caressing a soft head of hair,
I felt so melancholy and wondrous.

Then the ringing disappeared all at once,
I gazed down into the deep valley.

There I saw light within my house,
Rack, schack, schacke, my little horse,
My little lad was looking out for his mother,
Kling, ling, klingelalei.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2012 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.


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Text added to the website: 2012-07-03.
Last modified: 2014-06-16 10:04:58
Line count: 14
Word count: 99