by
Heinrich Seidel (1842 - 1906)
Am Zaun
Language: German (Deutsch)
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Am Hause ist ein Garten,
Am Garten ist ein Zaun.
Kannst Du ein wenig warten,
So gibt's da was zu schaun.
Ja, wart nur, bis es dunkelt;
Das ist die rechte Zeit.
Nun horch nur, wie es munkelt,
Und rauscht da nicht ein Kleid?
Es raschelt und es knispert --
Fast könnte man sich graun --
Es flüstert und es wispert
Und küsst sich über'n Zaun.
Da klappt es von Pantoffeln --
Wo steckst du denn, Marie?
Ich sah nach den Kartoffeln
Und nach dem Sellerie!
Confirmed with Gesammelte Schriften von Heinrich Seidel, XIV. Band, Die Augen der Erinnerung und Anderes, Leipzig: A.G. Liebeskind, 1897, pages 66-67.
Text Authorship:
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by (Friedrich) August Bungert (1845 - 1915), "Am Zaun", published 1900 [ voice and piano ], Kassel, Kramer-Bangert [sung text not yet checked]
- by Mary Clement (1861 - c1907), "Am Zaun", op. 10 (Fünf Lieder für 1 Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 2, published 1897 [ voice and piano ], Berlin, Stern [sung text not yet checked]
- by Heinrich Pfannschmidt (1863 - 1944), "Am Zaun", op. 6 (Vier Lieder im Volkston für 1 mittlere Singstimme mit Pianoforte) no. 1, published 1898 [ medium voice and piano ], Berlin, Plothow [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- ENG English (Sharon Krebs) , "At the fence", copyright © 2026, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Word count: 83
At the fence
Language: English  after the German (Deutsch)
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Beside the house there is a garden,
Along the garden there's a fence.
If you can wait a little while,
There shall be something to see there.
Yes, only wait till it grows dark;
That is the right time.
Now just listen how there is a little noise,
And does not a dress rustle there?
It rustles and it crackles --
One could almost be alarmed --
There is a whispering and a susurration
And a kissing across the fence.
Then comes a clomping of clogs --
Where on earth are you, Marie?
I was checking on the potatoes
And on the celery!
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Word count: 100