Five songs from Uhland's "Wandering Songs"

Song Cycle by Gustav Erlanger (1842 - 1908)

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1. Lebewohl  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Lebe wohl, [lebe]1 wohl, mein Lieb!
Muß noch heute scheiden.
[Einen Kuß, einen Kuß mir gib]2!
Muß dich ewig meiden. 

[Eine Blüt', eine Blüt' mir brich]3
Von dem Baum im Garten!
[Keine Frucht, keine Frucht für mich!]4
Darf sie nicht erwarten.

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Confirmed with Uhlands Werke, Erster Teil, Gedichte, herausgegeben von Adalbert Silbermann, Berlin, Leipzig, Wien, Stuttgart: Deutsches Verlagshaus Bong & Co., [no year], page 53.

1 Fröhlich: "leb'"
2 Fröhlich: "Einen Kuß mir noch gib"; Karg-Elert: "Einen Kuß, einen Kuß für mich"
3 Fröhlich: "Eine Blüte mir noch brich"
4 Fröhlich: "Keine Frucht mehr für mich"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
1. Farewell
Language: English 
Farewell, farewell, my love!
I must leave today.
One kiss, give me one kiss!
For I must leave you forever.

One blossom, pick me one blossom
From the tree in the garden!
No fruit, no fruit for me! --
I dare not expect it.

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2. In der Ferne  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Will ruhen unter den Bäumen hier,
Die [Vögelein]1 hör' ich so gerne.
Wie [singet]2 ihr so zum Herzen mir!
Von [unsrer]3 Liebe was wisset ihr
In dieser weiten Ferne?

Will ruhen hier an des Baches Rand,
Wo [duftige Blümlein]4 sprießen.
Wer hat euch Blümlein, [hieher]5 gesandt?
Seid ihr ein [herzliches]6 Liebespfand
Aus der Ferne von meiner Süßen?

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1 Aggházy, Herrmann, Unger: "Vöglein"
2 Herrmann: "singt"
3 Andersson: "meiner"
4 Aggházy: "duftige Blumen"; Herrmann: "duft'ge Blumen"
5 Brahms, Andersson: "hierher"
6 Herrmann: "herzlich"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
2. Far away
Language: English 
I will rest under the trees here,
I enjoy listening to the little birds so much;
How can your singing affect my heart so!
What do you know of our love,
In this far-off place?

I will rest here on the edge of the brook,
Where fragrant little flowers sprout.
Who has sent you little blossoms here?
Are you a heartfelt pledge of love
From my far-off sweetheart?

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3. Nachtreise  [sung text not yet checked]
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Ich reit' ins finstre Land hinein, 
Nicht Mond noch Sterne geben Schein, 
Die kalten Winde tosen. 
Oft hab' ich diesen Weg gemacht, 
Wann goldner Sonnenschein gelacht, 
[Bei]1 lauer Lüfte Kosen.

Ich reit' am finstern Garten hin, 
Die dürren Bäume sausen drin, 
Die welken Blätter fallen. 
Hier pflegt' ich in der Rosenzeit, 
Wann alles sich der Liebe weiht, 
Mit meinem Lieb zu wallen.

Erloschen ist der Sonne Strahl, 
Verwelkt die Rosen allzumal, 
Mein Lieb zu Grab' getragen. 
Ich reit' ins finstre Land hinein 
Im Wintersturm, ohn' allen Schein, 
Den Mantel umgeschlagen.

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1 Zenger: "Und"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
3. Journey at night
Language: English 
I am riding into the dark land,
Neither moon nor stars offer any light,
The cold winds are roaring.
I have often taken this track
When golden sunlight was smiling down,
With the caress of gentle breezes.

I am riding towards the dark garden,
The barren trees are rustling within it,
The faded leaves are falling.
Here I busied myself at the time of roses,
When everything was dedicated to love,
Spending time with my love.

The sun's beams have been extinguished,
Every one of the roses has withered,
My love has been carried to the grave.
I am riding into the dark land,
In the winter storm, without any light,
With my coat turned up.

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Translations of title(s):
"Die Nachtreise" = "Journey at night"
"Ich reit' in's finstre Land hinein" = "I am riding into the dark land"
"Nachtlied" = "Night song"
"Nachtreise" = "Journey at night"
"Nachtritt" = "Riding at night"



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4. Winterreise  [sung text not yet checked]
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Bei diesem kalten Wehen 
Sind alle Strassen leer,
Die Wasser stille stehen; 
Ich aber [schweif umher]1,

Die Sonne scheint so trübe, 
Muss früh hinuntergehn,
Erloschen ist die Liebe,
Die Lust kann [nicht]2 bestehn.

[ Nun geht der Wald zu Ende,
Im Dorfe mach ich halt,
Da wärm ich meine Hände,]3
Bleibt auch das Herze kalt.

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1 R. Strauss: "schweif' einher"
2 R. Strauss: "nie"
3 R. Strauss: "Nun ist der Wald zu Ende, / Am Dorfe mach' ich Halt, / Und wärm' mir meine Hände"

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
4. Winter journey
Language: English 
When the wind blows this coldly
All the streets are empty,
The waters stand still;
But I rove about,

The sun shines so blearily,
Early it must sink,
Love has been extinguished,
Joy [cannot]1 persist.

Now the forest [almost]2 lies behind me,
I stop in the village,
[There]3 I warm my hands,
Even though my heart remains cold.

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Translated titles:
"Winterreise" = "Winter journey"
"Die Winterreise" = "The winter journey"
"Bei diesem kalten Wehen" = "When the wind blows this coldly"
"Wanderlied im Winter" = "Winter wandering song"
"Das verwaiste Kind" = "The orphaned child"

1 R. Strauss: "can never"
2 omitted by R. Strauss
3 R. Strauss: "And"


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5. Einkehr  [sung text not yet checked]
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Bei einem Wirte, wundermild,
Da war ich [jüngst zu Gaste]1,
Ein gold'ner Apfel war sein Schild
An einem [langen]2 Aste.

Es war der gute Apfelbaum,
Bei dem ich eingekehret,
Mit [süsser]3 Kost und frischem Schaum
Hat er mich wohl genähret.

Es kamen in sein grünes Haus
Viel leichtbeschwingte Gäste;
Sie sprangen frei und hielten Schmaus
Und sangen auf das Beste.

Ich fand ein Bett zu süsser Ruh
Auf weichen grünen Matten;
Der Wirt, er deckte selbst mich zu
Mit seinem [kühlen]2 Schatten.

Nun fragt' ich nach der Schuldigkeit,
Da schüttelt' er den Wipfel.
Gesegnet sei er allezeit
Von der Wurzel bis zum Gipfel.

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1 Burgmüller: "einst zu Gast"
2 R. Strauss, 1871: "grünen" [corrected by his father on the manuscript]
3 R. Strauss, 1871: "frischer" [corrected by his father on the manuscript]

by Johann Ludwig Uhland (1787 - 1862)
5. Stopping at an inn
Language: English 
In the abode of an innkeeper, wondrously gentle,
I was [recently]1 a guest.
The emblem of the inn was a golden apple
Upon a [long]2 branch.

It was the good old apple tree --
[That was the inn] at which I stopped,
With [sweet]3 sustenance and a freshly foaming drink
It nourished me well.

Into its green abode
Many light-winged guests came;
They hopped about freely and feasted
And sang their very best.

Upon the soft green meadows
I found a bed for sweet repose;
The innkeeper himself covered me up
With his [cool]2 shadow.

When I asked for the bill,
He shook his leafy locks [in negation].
May he be blessed at all times
From his roots to the tips of his lofty branches.

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1 Burgmüller: "once"
2 R. Strauss, 1871: "green" [corrected by his father on the manuscript]
3 R. Strauss, 1871: "fresh" [corrected by his father on the manuscript]


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