The maiden at the spinning wheel | The maiden keeps watch at the spinning wheel

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from Volkslieder (Folksongs)

Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Mägdlein am Spinnrad

(Sung text for setting by R. Leberl)

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Language: German (Deutsch)

Our translations: ENG

Mägdlein am Spinnrad wacht 
Einsam traurig Tag und Nacht!
Fern des Bächleins Wasser sprang,
Wind weht leis, die Drossel sang!

Zweiglein man holt im Wald,
Werd' ich geholt nicht auch bald?
Zeit entflieht, 's geht sie das Jahr,
Niemand führt mich zum Altar.

Spinn, spinn! Spinn Tochter mein,
Morgen kommt der Freiersmann! 
Tochter spann, die Thräne rann,
Niemals kam der Freiersmann.

Composition:

Rudolf Leberl

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ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "The maiden at the spinning wheel", copyright © 2021, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

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The maiden at the spinning wheel

(Sung text translation for setting by R. Leberl)

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Language: English after the German (Deutsch)

The maiden keeps watch at the spinning wheel,
Solitary and sad, day and night!
Far off, the waters of the brooklet leapt,
The wind blew quietly, the thrush sang!

One fetches twigs from the forest,
Shall not I be fetched soon as well?
Time flies fast, time passes throughout the year,
No one leads me to the altar.

Spin, spin! Spin, daughter of mine,
Tomorrow the suitor shall come!
The daughter spun, her tears flowed,
The suitor never came.

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This text was added to the website: 2021-09-08
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Word count: 80