by Emanuel Geibel (1815 - 1884)
Translation © by Michael P Rosewall

Morgenwanderung
 (Sung text for setting by C. Reinthaler)
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Language: German (Deutsch) 
Our translations:  ENG
Wer recht in Freuden wandern will,
Der geh' der Sonn' entgegen;
Da ist der Wald so kirchenstill,
Kein Lüftchen mag sich regen.
Noch sind nicht die Lerchen wach,
Nur im hohen Gras der Bach
Singt leise den Morgensegen.

 ... 

Da zieht die Andacht wie ein Hauch
Durch alle Sinnen leise,
Da pocht an's Herz die Liebe auch
In ihrer stillen Weise.
Sie pocht und pocht, bis sich's erschließt,
Und die Lippe überfließt
Von lautem, jubelndem Preise.

Und plötzlich läßt die Nachtigall
Im Busch ihr Lied erklingen,
In Berg und Tal erwacht der Schall
Und will sich aufwärts schwingen,
Und der Morgenröte Schein
Stimmt in lichter Gluth mit ein:
Laßt uns dem Herrn lobsingen.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-4 of the original text.

Note: in Reinthaler's setting, in stanza 3 (the second stanza of the sung text), line 7, word 1 ("Von") is "Zu" in some voices.

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This text was added to the website: 2008-02-15
Line count: 28
Word count: 157

Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
Whosoever would walk in joy,
Should go forth and meet the sunrise;
Where the forest is as quiet as a church,
No breezes astir. 
The larks not yet awake,
Only the stream, in the tall grass,
Quietly singing a morning blessing.

 ... 

Devotion permeates, like a breath,
Quietly through all the senses;
Love also knocks upon the heart
In a quiet way.
Knocking and knocking, until it opens,
And overflows its brim
With loud, jubilant praise.

And, suddenly, the nightingale
Allows her song to ring in the underbrush,
On mountain and in valley the sound awakens
And lifting itself, strives upward,
And the rosy gleam of the dawn
Joins its bright glow with it:
Let us sing praise to the Lord.

Note: the text above is taken from stanzas 1,3-4 of the original text.

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This text was added to the website: 2023-02-18
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Word count: 161