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Traum der Kindheit, niemals ausgeträumter, Niemals ausgesung'ner, schöner Traum. Meine Lippen beben, meine Seele zittert, Was ich denke, schreibe, weiß ich kaum. Ist dies noch das Thal, ist's noch dasselbe Weit gespannte blaue Himmelszelt? Blühst du, holder Frühling, blühst du wieder, Küssest wieder diese alte Welt? Rauscht ihr Wälder noch mit grünem Wipfel Ungekannte Sehnsucht in das Herz? Steigt ihr noch, ihr dunkeln Bergesgipfel, Dicht bewaldet, grünend himmelwärts? Ja ich gehe wieder jene Wege, Meiner Kindheit Pfade durch den Wald, Goldne Lichter spielen auf dem Stege, Führen mich mit magischer Gewalt. Wieder hebest du auf deine Flügel Meine Seele, hehre Phantasie, Breitest zaubrisch über Thal und Hügel Meiner schönen Heimath Poesie!
Text Authorship:
- by Gustav Eberlein (1847 - 1926)
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Hermann Erler , "Traum der Kindheit" [ reciter, violin, and piano ], in: Aus eines Bildners Seelenleben. Plastik, Malerei und Poesie, Stuttgart, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien: Deutsche Verlags-Anstalt, [1892], pages 53-55 [sung text checked 1 time]
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- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "Dream of childhood", copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2024-03-12
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Word count: 111
Dream of childhood, never-ending dream, Beautiful dream of which one is never done singing. My lips tremble, my soul quakes, I hardly know what I think, what I write. Is this still the valley, is it still the same Widely stretched-out blue canopy of heaven? Are you blossoming, lovely springtime, are you blossoming again, Are you again kissing this old world? You forests with the green tree-tops, are you still Soughing unknown yearning into my heart? You dark mountain tops, are you still rising heavenward Thickly forested and burgeoning green? Yes, I walk those paths once more, The paths of my childhood through the forest, Golden lights play upon the walkway, Lead me with magical power. Once again you lift my soul Upon your pinions, lofty imagination, Over the valleys and hills of my lovely homeland You magically spread poetry!
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Gustav Eberlein (1847 - 1926)
This text was added to the website: 2024-03-12
Line count: 20
Word count: 140