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Nun geht der Mond durch Wolkennacht, Nun ist der Tag herum; Da schweigen alle Vögel bald Im Walde um und um. Die Drossel pfeift ihr letztes Stück, Ein Stück zu allerbest; Die Amsel schlägt den letzten Ton Und fliegt zu Nest, zu Nest. Da nehm auch ich zu guter Nacht Zur Hand die Geige mein; Das ist ein klingend Nachtgebet Und steigt zum Himmel ein.
E. Lassen sets stanzas 2-?
About the headline (FAQ)Note: this is different only from the other one in line 2:1.
- by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), no title, appears in Fiedel-Lieder, no. 4 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Eduard Lassen (1830 - 1904), "Die Waldbrüter", op. 46 (Fünf Lieder) no. 4, published 1875, stanzas 2-? [voice, viola, and piano], Breslau, Hainauer [text not verified]
Set in a modified version by Hans Huber, Heinrich von Eyken, K. Thiessen, Josef Giehrl, Heinrich, Freiherr von Bach, Eugen Gottlieb, Franz Mücke.
Available translations, adaptations, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , title 1: "Those who hatch eggs in the forest", copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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This text was added to the website: 2010-09-27
Line count: 12
Word count: 65
Now the moon travels through the night of clouds, Now the day is over; Thereupon all the birds soon fall silent In the forest round about. The thrush whistles its last piece, A song to the best of its ability; The merle throbs out the last sound And flies to its nest, its nest. Then I too for a good night Take my violin to hand; That is a ringing evening prayer And rises up to enter Heaven.
- Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © 2014 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. Please provide the translator's name when contacting us.
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Theodor Storm (1817 - 1888), no title, appears in Fiedel-Lieder, no. 4
This text was added to the website: 2014-01-03
Line count: 12
Word count: 78