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Freund, ich weiss ein kleines Land, 'S ist so schön, so schön, Trägt's jetzt gleich sein Schneegewand Rings auf allen Höh'n, Ist mein Aug' doch hoch entzückt, Wenn es dieses Land erblickt. Und wenn erst der Frühling kommt, O dann musst du's seh'n! Wenn sich Alles freut und sonnt Rings auf diesen Höh'n, Dann trägt dieses kleine Land Wohl das schönste Festgewand! Seine Luft ist frisch und rein, Wie nicht anderswo, Seine Dörfer schmuck und fein, Drin die Leut' so froh; Manchen Baches kühle Quell' Sprudelt hier so frisch und hell. Willst du wissen, wie es heisst, Dieses schöne Land, Das mein Lied als herrlich priest Selbst im Schneegewand[?] Nun, dies Land, wie keins ich fand, Ist mein teures Heimatland.
Text Authorship:
- by Eduard Walser (1863 - 1949) [author's text not yet checked 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 Ferdinand Kamm (1845 - 1897), "Mein Heimatland", published 1880 [ men's chorus ], from Neue Gesänge für den Männerchor, Heft 2, no. 7, St. Gallen, Zürich: Hug [sung text not yet checked]
- by Ferdinand Kamm (1845 - 1897), "Mein Heimatland", op. 45 (Liedersaal für Frauenchor. 90 drei- und vierstimmige Lieder für Schule, Haus und Verein) no. 4 (1896) [ ssa chorus ], Zürich & Leipzig: Hug [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "My homeland", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Senior Associate Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2026-08-21
Line count: 24
Word count: 120
Friend, I know a small country, 'Tis so beautiful, so beautiful, Even if it is now wearing its snowy garment Round about upon all the heights, My eye is so highly enchanted When it sees this country. And just wait until spring comes, Oh, you should see it then! When everything is happy and suns itself Round about upon these heights, Then you might well say that this Little country wears its loveliest festive garb! Its air is fresh and pure As you would not find elsewhere, Its villages are so trim and fine, The people within them so happy; Many a brook's cool water-spring Burbles forth here so freshly and brightly. Do you wish to know what it is called, This beautiful country That my song praises as glorious Even in its snowy garb[?] This land then, the like of which I have not found, is my dear homeland.
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Walser (1863 - 1949)
This text was added to the website: 2026-10-20
Line count: 24
Word count: 150