Ich Uralter kanns erzählen, wie der Herbst durch jenes Jahr Wie ein Strom rann und ein Spiegel hundert Abendrten war. An Obstbäumen lehnten Leitern, knackten unter Eil und Fleiss, Und die Kinder schmausten immer, und die Kranken lachten leis. Auf dem Boden rochs nach Äpfeln, in den Kellern feucht nach Wein, Und wer eine Sense ansah, dem fiel doch der Tod nicht ein. War ein Herbst so lang wie jeder; Sonne sinkt und Stunde schlägt; Doch an jedes Leben, schien uns, war ein Kleines zugelegt.
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Authorship:
- by Max Mell (1882 - 1971) [author's text not yet checked 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 Alban Maria Johannes Berg (1885 - 1935), "Der milde Herbst von anno 45", 1906-1907 [ voice and piano ], from Jugendlieder, Vol. II (1904-08), no. 66 [sung text checked 1 time]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , "Le doux automne de l'année 45.", copyright © 2011, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
Researcher for this page: Guy Laffaille [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2011-06-04
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