Lockung, Op. 3, No. 1 (Fanny Hensel)

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(Posted 2020-01-07) CPDL #56569:

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-07). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 100 kB Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: English lyrics. Some notational differences from #20293. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

(Posted 2009-10-04) CPDL #20293:

Editor: Juliane Claudi (submitted 2009-10-04). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 44 kB Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes:

Arrangements

(Posted 2022-02-03) CPDL #67873:

Editor: Agnès Blin (submitted 2022-02-03). Score information: A4, 5 pages, 236 kB Copyright: Personal

Edition notes: Arrangement pour SSAA d'un chœur SATB.

General Information

Title: Lockung, Op. 3, No. 1
Composer: Fanny Hensel
Lyricist: Joseph von Eichendorff

Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: German
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1846 6 Gartenlieder, Op. 3
2nd published: 1879 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 346
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External websites:

English translation at The Lied and Art Song Texts Page
French translation at The Lied and Art Song Texts Page
Italian translation at The Lied and Art Song Texts Page

Original text and translations

German text

Hörst du nicht die Bäume rauschen
Draußen durch die stille Rund?
Lockt‘s dich nicht, hinabzulauschen
Von dem Söller in den Grund,
Wo die vielen Bäche gehen
Wunderbar im Mondenschein
Und die stillen Burgen sehen
In den Fluß vom hohen Stein?

Kennst du noch die irren Lieder
Aus der alten, schönen Zeit?
Sie erwachen alle wieder
Nachts in Waldeseinsamkeit,
Wenn die Bäume träumend lauschen
Und der Flieder duftet schwül
Und im Fluß die Nixen rauschen
Komm herab, hier ist's so kühl.

English translation

1 Dost thou hear the trees that rustle
Through the soft and quiet air?
Wouldst thou forth, with joy to wander,
Now that night is still and fair?
Where the many streamlets round thee
Wondrous in the moonlight flow,
While the silent hills look downward
O'er the gleaming plain below.

2 Canst thou hear the songs entrancing,
Known when bye-gone days were bright?
Songs that wake once more to music,
In the lonely woods at night,
When the trees in slumber hearken,
And the lilac's scent is full;
When the water-fairies whisper,
Come to us, where waves are cool.