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Lindes Rauschen in den Wipfeln, Vöglein, die ihr fernab fliegt, Bronnen von den stillen Gipfeln, Sagt, wo meine Heimat liegt? Heut' im Traum sah ich sie wieder, Und von allen Bergen ging Solches Grüßen zu mir nieder, Daß ich an zu weinen fing. Ach! hier auf den fremden Gipfeln: Menschen, Quellen, Fels und Baum -- Wirres Rauschen in den Wipfeln Alles ist mir wie ein Traum. Muntre Vögel in den Wipfeln, Ihr Gesellen dort im Tal, Grüßt mir von den fremden Gipfeln Meine Heimat tausendmal!
J. Brahms sets stanzas 1-2, 3 (lines 1-2, 4), 4
W. Goethe sets stanzas 1-3
J. Rheinberger sets stanzas 1-3
F. Hensel sets stanza 2
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View text with all available footnotesConfirmed with Gedichte von Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff, Zehnte Auflage, Leipzig: C.F. Amelang's Verlag, ca. 1879, pages 49-50.
Also confirmed with Viel Lärmen um Nichts von Joseph Freiherrn von Eichendorff und Die mehreren Wehmüller und ungarischen Nationalgesichter von Clemens Brentano. Zwei Novellen, Berlin: In der Vereins-Buchhandlung, 1833, pages 13 (first three stanzas) and 15 (fourth stanza).
Note: first appeared in the novella Viel Lärmen um Nichts, 1833; fourth stanza omitted in later collection
Note for stanza 1, line 2: in Rheinberger's setting, the first time this line is sung, word 5 is "zieht" instead of "fliegt", but the word reverts to the original in the repetition.
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Wanderlieder, in Erinnerung, no. 1 [author's text checked 2 times against a primary source]
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 86
O gentle rustling in the tree-tops, O little birds who fly far away, O springs who come from the still peaks, Tell me where my homeland lies! Today in a dream I saw it again, And from every mountain Such greetings came down to me, That I began to weep. Ah! here on the foreign peaks, People, streams, rocks and trees - Confused rustling in the tree-tops - Everything is like a dream to me! O cheerful little birds in the tree-tops, O young men there in the vale, Bring my greetings from these foreign peaks, To my home a thousand times!
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• J. Brahms • W. Goethe • F. Hensel • J. RheinbergerText Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), no title, appears in Gedichte, in 1. Wanderlieder, in Erinnerung, no. 1
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 16
Word count: 101