Translation © by Sharon Krebs

Es war ein Knabe gezogen
Language: German (Deutsch)  after the German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): ENG
Es war ein Knabe gezogen
Wohl in die Welt hinaus,
Und ob ihm sein Schatz auch gewogen,
Das Glück, das Glück war aus.
    Und er wanderte weit
    In der Sommerzeit,
Wenn am Walde die Rosen blüh'n.

Wärst du so hoch nicht geboren
Und ich nicht ein armer Knab',
Die Liebe, die Lieb' ist verloren,
Die Welt ist leer wie ein Grab.
    Doch was soll mir mein Leid
    In der Sommerzeit,
Wenn am Walde, die Rosen blüh'n.

Das Mägdlein barg seine Klagen
Im stillen Kämmerlein,
Sie durfte es niemandem sagen,
Sie hofft' jahraus und jahrein.
    Und sah über die Heid'
    In der Sommerzeit,
Wenn am Walde die Rosen blüh'n.

Es kam ein Reiter geflogen,
Die Locken, sie wehten im Wind,
Hei! bist du mir heut' noch gewogen,
Herzallerliebstes Kind?
    Und da lachten sie beid'
    In der Sommerzeit,
Wenn am Walde, die Rosen blüh'n.

Er hielt sie in seinen Armen,
Das Herz ihm vor Wonne schlug,
Und hatte die Welt nicht Erbarmen,
Die Liebe, die Lieb' war stark genug!
    Und da küßten sich beid'
    In der Sommerzeit,
Wenn am Walde die Rosen blüh'n.

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Homecoming
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
A young lad had travelled
Out into the world,
And though his darling was favourably inclined to him,
Good fortune, good fortune was gone.
    He wandered far
    In summertime
When the roses bloom along the forest.

If you were not of such high birth,
And I not a poor lad,
Love, love is lost,
The world is as empty as a grave!
    Of what use is my sorrow to me
    In the summertime,
When the roses bloom along the forest.

The maiden concealed her lamenting
In her quiet chamber,
She could tell it to no one,
She kept hoping year after year.
    And gazed over the heath
    In summertime,
When the roses bloom along the forest.

A rider came a-flying,
His curls, they blew in the wind,
Ha! are you still favourably inclined to me today,
Most beloved child?
    And then they both laughed
    In summertime,
When the roses bloom along the forest!

He held her in his arms,
His heart beat in rapture,
And though the world had no mercy,
Love, love was strong enough!
    And then they kissed each other
    In the summertime,
When the roses bloom along the forest.

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Text added to the website: 2019-04-15 00:00:00
Last modified: 2019-04-15 10:07:17
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Word count: 192