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Es war einmal ein Gärtner, Der sang ein [traurigs]1 Lied. Er that in seinem Garten Der Blumen fleißig warten, Und all sein Fleiß gerieth. Und all sein Fleiß gerieth. Er sang in trübem Muthe Viel liebe Tage lang. Von Thränen, die ihm flossen, Ward manche Pflanz begossen. Also der Gärtner sang! Also der Gärtner sang! "Das Leben ist mir traurig, Und gibt mir keine Freud! Hier schmacht' ich wie die Nelken, Die in der Sonne welken, In bangem Herzeleid," In bangem Herzeleid. "Ey du, mein Gärtnermädchen, Soll ich dich nimmer sehn? Du [must]2 in dunkeln Mauren Den schönen May vertrauren? [Must]2 ohne mich vergehn, Ach, ohne mich vergehn?" "Es freut mich keine Blume, Weil du die schönste bist. Ach, dürft ich deiner warten, Ich liesse meinen Garten, Sogleich zu dieser Frist, Sogleich zu dieser Frist!" "Seh' ich die Blumen sterben, Wünsch ich den Tod auch mir. Sie sterben ohne Regen, So sterb' ich deinetwegen. Ach wär' ich doch bey dir! Ach wär' ich doch bey dir!" "Du liebes Gärtnermädchen: Mein Leben welket ab. Darf ich nicht bald dich küssen, Und in den Arm dich schliessen, So grab' ich mir ein Grab. So grab' ich mir ein Grab."
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View original text (without footnotes)Confirmed with Johann Martin Miller, Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte, Faksimiledruck nach der Ausgabe von 1776, mit einem Nachwort von Alain Faure, Zweiter Band, Stuttgart: J.B. Metzlersche Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1971, pages 1004-1005. Note: [sic] for the spelling "must" in stanza 4.
1 von Paradis: "traurig"2 Türk, von Paradis: "musst"
3 von Paradis: "musst"
Text Authorship:
- by Johannes Martin Miller (1750 - 1814), no title, written 1775, appears in Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte [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 Maria Theresia von Paradis (1759 - 1824), "Das Gärtnerliedchen aus dem Siegwart", 1784-86, from Zwölf Lieder auf ihrer Reise in Musik gesetzt, no. 4 [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Daniel Gottlob Türk (1750 - 1813), "Es war einmal ein Gärtner", published 1780 [ voice and piano ], from Lieder und Gedichte aus dem Siegwart, no. 18, Leipzig und Halle, private publication (i.e., financed by the composer) [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2016, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2009-02-03
Line count: 42
Word count: 201
Once there was a gardener Who sang a sad song. In his garden he tended The flowers faithfully, And all his diligence was rewarded. And all his diligence was rewarded. He sang in a gloomy mood Many long days. With the tears that flowed from his eyes Many a plant was watered. Thus the gardener sang! Thus the gardener sang! "Life is sad for me And gives me no joy! Here I languish like the carnations That wilt in the sun, In anxious heartache," In anxious heartache. "Ah you, my gardener-maiden, Am I never to see you more? In stony, dark walls You must mourn away the beautiful May? Must perish without me, Ah, perish without me?" "No flower pleases me Because you are the most beautiful [flower]. Ah, if I could take care of you I would leave my garden, Immediately, Immediately!" "When I see the flowers dying, I wish myself death as well. They die without rain, Thus I die for [love of] you. Ah, were I but with you! Ah, were I but with you!" "You dear gardener-maiden: My life withers away. If I am not soon permitted to kiss you, And to clasp you in my arms, I shall dig myself a grave. I shall dig myself a grave."
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Translation of title "Das Gärtenliedchen aus dem Siegwart" = "The song of the gardener from `Siegwart'"Text Authorship:
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Based on:
- a text in German (Deutsch) by Johannes Martin Miller (1750 - 1814), no title, written 1775, appears in Siegwart. Eine Klostergeschichte
This text was added to the website: 2016-05-27
Line count: 42
Word count: 214