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Wo aber werd' ich sein im künft'gen Lenze? So frug ich sonst wohl, wenn beim Hüteschwingen Ins Tal wir ließen unser Lied erklingen, Denn jeder Wipfel bot mir frische Kränze. Ich wußte nur, daß rings der Frühling glänze, Daß nach dem Meer die Ströme funkelnd gingen, Von fernem Wunderland die Vögel singen, Da hatt' das Morgenrot noch keine Grenze. Jetzt aber wirds schon Abend, alle Lieben Sind wandermüde längst zurückgeblieben, Die Nachtluft rauscht durch meine welken Kränze, Und heimwärts rufen mich die Abendglocken, Und in der Einsamkeit frag ich erschrocken: Wo werde ich wohl sein im künft'gen Lenze?
Composition:
- Set to music by Winfried (Petrus Ignatius) Zillig (1905 - 1963), "Der verspätete Wanderer", op. 33 no. 6 (1945), orchestrated 1951 [ soprano and orchestra ], from Sieben Sonette nach Gedichten von Joseph von Eichendorff, no. 6
Text Authorship:
- by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Der verspätete Wanderer", appears in Gedichte, in 2. Sängerleben
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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The wanderer late in the evening", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Pierre Mathé) , "Le voyageur attardé", copyright © 2015, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 99
But where shall I be in next year's spring? Thus I used to ask, when with waving hats We let our song ring out into the valley, For every treetop offered me fresh wreaths. I only knew that round about me spring was glowing, That the rivers were sparkling in their journey to the sea, The birds were singing of faraway wonderlands, Then the red of dawn yet had no boundary. But now evening is already approaching, all the loved ones, Tired of wandering, have long fallen behind, The nightwind soughs through my wilted wreaths, And the evening bells call me home, And in the loneliness I ask, startled: Where shall I be in next year's spring?
Text Authorship:
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2013 by Sharon Krebs, (re)printed on this website with kind permission. To reprint and distribute this author's work for concert programs, CD booklets, etc., you may ask the copyright-holder(s) directly or ask us; we are authorized to grant permission on their behalf.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Joseph Karl Benedikt, Freiherr von Eichendorff (1788 - 1857), "Der verspätete Wanderer", appears in Gedichte, in 2. Sängerleben
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This text was added to the website: 2013-07-26
Line count: 14
Word count: 118