by Carl Siebel (1836 - 1868)
Translation © by Emily Ezust

Die Waldkapelle
 (Sung text for setting by C. Loewe)
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Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  ENG
Es ist mein Herz ein kleines Haus,
  Mitten, mitten im Walde; 
Viel Vöglein fliegen wohl ein und aus, 
  Wohl über Flur und Halde.

Sie fliegen hin, sie fliegen her, 
  Singen trauliche Lieder; 
Ziehn über Berge, fliehn übers Meer, 
  Und kommen singend wieder.

Sie wiegen früh im Morgenschein 
  Goldene, glänzende Rosen:
Sie lernen von dem Zephyr im Hain 
  Mit Veilchenblüthen kosen.

Wohl ist mein Herz ein glückliches Herz, 
  D'rin thront eine Königinne, 
Die macht zur Wonne jeglichen Schmerz 
  Mit ihrer süssen Minne.

Ihr singen all' die Vögelein, 
  Kosen mit ihr und küssen, 
und sie, -- sie wird in lächelnder Ruh' 
  Wohl alles leisten müssen.

Ja, seit im Haus die Königin, 
  Ist's drinnen so licht und helle; --
Mich dünkt, es ist so traulich darin, 
  'S ist eine Waldkapelle.

Composition:

    Set to music by Carl Loewe (1796 - 1869), "Die Waldkapelle", op. 130 no. 1 (1859), from Liedergabe, no. 1

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  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "The chapel in the woods", copyright ©


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 24
Word count: 135

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
It is my heart, this little house, 
  In the middle, middle of the woods; 
Many little birds fly in and out, 
  Over field and hill.

They fly hither, they fly thither,
  Singing sweet songs; 
They fly away across the mountains, fly over the sea,
  And come singing back again.

In the morning light they swing
  Splendid golden roses:
The zephyrs teach them in the grove
   how to caress the violet blossoms.

To be sure, my heart is a happy heart, 
  And inside there is enthroned a queen,
Who turns every sorrow to bliss 
  With her sweet love.

All the little birds sing to her, 
  Fondle her and kiss; 
And she in smiling peace 
  Can well achieve anything.

Yes, since the queen took house there,
  It is so light and bright inside:
I think it is as comfortable there
  As a chapel in the woods.

Text Authorship:

  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
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Word count: 151