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Sieben Lieder = Seven songs , opus 42

by Willy Hess (1906 - 1997)

1. Dreimal ums Scheunentor
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Dreimal ums Scheunentor, dreimal ums Haus.
Grüß mir, die drinnen sind, richt mirs recht aus.
Sommers blühn Rosen dort, Winters liegt Schnee,
schau ich zum Fenster auf, tut mirs so weh.

’s Vöglein singt hoch vom Haus: 
«Weißt du, wie’s ist, 
schaut man nach einem aus,
der uns vergißt?»

Text Authorship:

  • by Johanna Spyri (1827 - 1901)

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1. Thrice round the stable door
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Thrice round the stable door, thrice round the house.
Greetings to those within, greetings to all.
In summer the roses bloom, in winter it snows.
I gaze through the window panes, filled with dismay.

Birds call from high above:
‘You know what it’s like,
looking for somebody,
lonely and sad?’

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Johanna Spyri (1827 - 1901)
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2. Dort drüben im Garten
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Dort drüben im Garten, dort drunter am Hag,
da blühen die Veilchen in der Nacht und am Tag.
Und die Vöglein im Baume singen lustig daher:
warum in die Ferne? Und warum übers Meer?

Müßt’ ich übers Meer hin, so dächt’ ich nach Haus
und weinte die Augen alle beide mir aus.
Und so blau ist kein Himmel, keine Sonne so licht,
wie die Sonne der Heimat, und die laß ich auch nicht.

Text Authorship:

  • by Johanna Spyri (1827 - 1901)

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2. Over there in the garden
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Over there in the garden, over there by the fence,
violets are blooming, by day and by night.
And the birds in the trees, they are singing with joy:
‘Why go to far places, why over the sea?’

Should I have to wander, I’d think of my home,
and cry for my homeland, with burning hot tears.
No sky is so blue and no sunshine so bright,
as the sun of my home, which I never shall leave.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Johanna Spyri (1827 - 1901)
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3. Verirrt
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ein Vöglein singt so süße
Vor mir von Ort zu Ort;
Weh, meine wunden Füße! 
Das Vöglein singt so süße,
Ich wandre immerfort. 

Wo ist nun hin das Singen? 
Schon sank das Abendrot;
Die Nacht hat es verstecket,
Hat alles zugedecket -
Wem klag ich meine Not? 

Kein Sternlein blinkt im Walde,
Weiß weder Weg noch Ort;
Die Blumen an der Halde,
Die Blumen in dem Walde,
Die blühn im Dunkeln fort.

Text Authorship:

  • by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), "Verirrt"

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

  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Lost", copyright © 2008
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Perdu", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

3. Lost
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
A little bird keeps calling,
wherever I may go;
my feet are tired and aching!
The little bird keeps calling,
I wander ever on.

Where has the calling vanished?
The sun has long since set.
It’s hidden by the darkness,
it’s covered by the night.
To whom shall I complain?

No star lights up the forest,
I found no more my path;
the flowers in the valleys,
the flowers in the woods, 
they lower on in the dark.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), "Verirrt"
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4. Jägerlied
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Zierlich ist des Vogels Tritt im Schnee,
Wenn er wandelt auf des Berges Höh':
Zierlicher schreibt Liebchens liebe Hand,
Schreibt ein Brieflein mir in ferne Land'.

In die Lüfte hoch ein Reiher steigt,
Dahin weder Pfeil noch Kugel fleugt:
Tausendmal so hoch und so geschwind
Die Gedanken treuer Liebe sind.

Text Authorship:

  • by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Jägerlied"

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2019, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Stéphane Goldet) (Pierre de Rosamel) , copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

4. Hunter's song
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Dainty are birds’ footprints in the snow,
when they wander up to mountain peaks;
still daintier is the writing of my love,
in letters wich I read so far from home.

A heron rises high up in the sky,
where neither shots nor arrows can attain.
A thousand times more lofty and more swift,
are the thoughts of love so true and deep.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Eduard Mörike (1804 - 1875), "Jägerlied"
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5. Wanderschaft
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Im Walde blüht der Seidelbast,
Im Graben liegt noch Schnee;
Das du mir heut' geschrieben hast,
Das Brieflein tat mir weh.

Jetzt schneid' ich einen Stab im Holz;
Ich weiß ein ander Land,
Da sind die Jungfern nicht so stolz
Der Liebe abgewandt.

Im Walde blüht der Seidelbast,
Kein Brieflein tut mir weh,
Und das du mir geschrieben hast,
Schwimmt draußen auf dem See, 
Schwimmt draußen auf dem Bodensee, 
Ja draußen auf dem See.

Text Authorship:

  • by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Wanderschaft", written 1908, appears in Unterwegs, first published 1911

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

  • CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2024, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2018, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Randonnée", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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5. Wandering
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
The hawthorn blossoms in the woods,
snow lies still in the ditch.
The letter you wrote me today,
fills me with deep dismay.

I’ll cut me now a stick and go,
to somewhere far away,
where pretty maids are not so proud,
to turn my love away.

The hawthorn blossoms in the woods,
I know no more dismay.
The letter which you wrote to me,
floats far out on the lake,
floats far out on the Constance lake,
yes, far out on the lake.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Hermann Hesse (1877 - 1962), "Wanderschaft", written 1908, appears in Unterwegs, first published 1911
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6. Im Walde
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
So einsam ist es um mich her,
So friedlich und so still,
Wenn nicht das Leid im Herzen wär',
Das nimmer schweigen will.

Die Vöglein singen dort und hier,
Im Wipfel lind es bebt,
Es steht ein fernes Grab vor mir --
Ist's wahr, daß ich's erlebt?

Zwei Falter fliegen ab und zu,
Wo eine Knospe sprang:
So schwärmten wir einst, ich und du, 
Dem grünen Wald entlang.

Text Authorship:

  • by Friedrich Hermann Frey (1839 - 1911), as Martin Greif, "Im Walde", appears in Gedichte, in Lieder

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6. In the woods
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
So lonely is the countryside,
so peaceful and so still.
If only I had not this pain,
which will not leave my heart.

The birds are singing everywhere,
the treetops gently sway.
I seem to see a far-off grave;
can it be really true?

Two butterflies fly to and fro,
where flowers are in bloom.
As once we flew, too, I and you,
along the green wood’s verge.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

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  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Hermann Frey (1839 - 1911), as Martin Greif, "Im Walde", appears in Gedichte, in Lieder
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7. Müde bin ich
 (Sung text)

Language: German (Deutsch) 
Müde bin ich, geh zur Ruh,
Schliesse beide Äuglein zu.
Vater, laß die Augen dein
Über meinem Bette sein.

Hab' ich Unrecht heut' gethan,
Sieh es, lieber Gott, nicht an!
Deine Gnad und Jesu Blut
Macht ja allen Schaden gut.

Alle, die mir sind verwandt,
Gott, laß ruhn in deiner Hand!
Alle Menschen, groß und klein,
Sollen dir befohlen sein.

Kranken Herzen sende Ruh;
Nasse Augen schliesse zu.
Laß den Mond am Himmel stehn
Und die stille Welt besehn.

Text Authorship:

  • by Luise Aloysia Maria Hensel (1798 - 1876), "Nachtgebet", written 1816, appears in Lieder

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

  • ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

7. Weary now, I lay me down
 (Sung text)

Language: English 
Weary now, I lay me down,
softly close my tired eyes.
Father, keep watch o’er my bed,
and protect me while I sleep.

For all that I did wrong today,
I do for your forgiveness pray.
For your mercy and the Blood
of Jesus Christ makes badness good.

Please watch o’er those whom I love,
protect them both by night and day.
Large and small and young and old,
take them to Your loving Heart.

Comfort all the sick and ill,
close the eyes of those who weep.
Fill the night with moonlight clear,
shining o’er the quiet earth.

Text Authorship:

  • Singable translation by Maureen Oberli-Turner

Based on:

  • a text in German (Deutsch) by Luise Aloysia Maria Hensel (1798 - 1876), "Nachtgebet", written 1816, appears in Lieder
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