Ach, ihr Wälder, dunkle Wälder,
Miletiner Wälder!
Warum grünt ihr, wie im Sommer,
Lustig fort im Winter?
Gerne wollt' ich ja nicht weinen,
Nicht mein Herz betrüben;
Aber sagt ihr guten Leute,
Wer mich Arme tröstet?
Ach, wo ist mein lieber Vater?
Längst im Grabe liegt er!
Wo ist meine gute Mutter?
Gras wächst ihr zu Häupten.
Bruder hab' ich nicht, noch Schwester,
Fort ist mein Herzliebster!
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Set to music by Robert Franz (1815 - 1892), "Die Verlassene", op. 46 no. 1, published 1875 [ mixed chorus ], Leipzig, Kistner
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Ah, ye forests, dark forests,
Miletian forests!
Why do you merrily continue to be green
In winter as you are in summer?
Gladly would I not weep,
Not sadden my heart;
But, good people, tell me
Who shall comfort me, the poor wretch?
Ah, where is my Grass is already growing above her! father?
He has long been resting in his grave!
Where is my good mother?
Grass is already growing above her!
I have neither brother nor sister,
The beloved of my heart is gone!
