Translation © by Emily Ezust

Es wollt' ein Mädchen früh aufstehn
Language: German (Deutsch) 
Available translation(s): DUT ENG FRE
Es wollt' ein Mädchen früh aufstehn
Und in den grünen Wald spazieren gehn.

Und als sie nun in den grünen Wald kam,
Da fand sie einen [verwund'ten]1 Knab'n.

Der Knab', der war von Blut so rot,
Und als sie sich verwandt, war er schon tot.

"Wo krieg' ich nun zwei Leidfräulein,
Die mein fein's [Lieb]2 zu Grabe wein'n?

Wo krieg' ich nun sechs Reuterknab'n,
Die mein fein's [Lieb]2 zu Grabe trag'n?

Wie lang' soll ich denn [trauern]3 geh'n?
Bis alle Wasser zusammengeh'n?

Ja, alle Wasser gehn nicht [zusamm'n]4,
So wird mein [Trauern]5 kein Ende ha'n.

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1 Schumann: "verwundeten"
2 Schumann: "Liebchen"
3 Schumann: "trauren"
4 Schumann: "zusamm"
5 Schumann: "Trauren"

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , "Over de gewonde jonkman", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ENG English (Emily Ezust) , "Of a wounded boy", copyright ©
  • FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "D'un garçon blessé", copyright © 2013, (re)printed on this website with kind permission


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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 95

Of a wounded boy
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch) 
A maiden decided to wake up early
And take a stroll in the green forest.

And when she came to the green forest,
She found a wounded boy.

The boy, he was so red from blood,
And when she drew near, he was already dead.

Where can I find two female mourners,
To mourn at my sweetheart's grave?

Where can I find six young squires,
To carry my sweetheart to his grave?

How long shall I then mourn?
Until all the waters come together?

Aye, the waters shall never all come together,
So my mourning will have no end.

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  • Translation from German (Deutsch) to English copyright © by Emily Ezust

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This text was added to the website between May 1995 and September 2003.
Line count: 14
Word count: 99