O weh, ihr schlanken Bächlein
Durch Wiese und durch Wald,
Der Winter kommt, der Winter kommt,
Macht euch zu Eise bald.
O weh, ihr zarten Blumen
Auf Bergen und im Thal,
Der Winter kommt, der Winter kommt,
Macht welken euch zumal.
O weh, du armer Junge,
Amor, was fängst du an?
Der Winter kommt, der Winter kommt,
Du hast kein Röcklein an!
O sieh, dort fliegen Störche,
Heb' deine Flügelein,
Zieh mit! zieh mit! im Frühling
Kehr' wieder bei uns ein.
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Confirmed with Gedichte von Theobald Kerner, Stuttgart: Hallberger’sche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1852, page 78.
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Oh dear, you slender streamlets
Flowing through meadow and forest,
Winter is coming, winter is coming,
It shall soon turn you to ice.
Oh dear, you delicate flowers
Upon mountains and in valleys,
Winter is coming, winter is coming,
It shall make all of you wilt.
Oh dear, you poor lad,
Amor, what shall you do?
Winter is coming, winter is coming,
And you have no garment on!
Oh look, yonder there are storks flying,
Lift your little wings,
Go with them, go with them! in spring
Return to dwell amongst us once more.
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