Im Wald, Op. 3, No. 6 (Fanny Hensel)

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• (Posted 2020-01-19)  CPDL #56701:         

Editor: James Gibb (submitted 2020-01-19).   Score information: A4, 8 pages, 115 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: In English translation by William Bartholomew. Includes a keyboard reduction of the a cappella choral score.

• (Posted 2019-02-11)  CPDL #53269:     

Editor: Allen H. Simon (submitted 2019-02-11).   Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 84 kB   Copyright: CPDL

Edition notes: Based on Nicolaus Hold edition below, this adds lyrics under all four voices.

• (Posted 2017-08-24)  CPDL #46066:     

Editor: Nikolaus Hold (submitted 2017-08-24).   Score information: A4, 4 pages, 89 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC

Edition notes: according first edition: Bote & Bock, 1847.

General Information

Title: Im Wald, Op. 3, No. 6
Composer: Fanny Hensel
Lyricist: Emanuel Geibel

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

Language: German
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1847
    2nd published: 1879 in Novello's Part-Song Book (2nd series), Vol. 12, no. 351
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External websites:

• Gartenlieder, Op.3 at the Petrucci Music Library (IMSLP)

Original text and translations

German text Im Wald, im hellen Sonnenschein, wenn alle Knospen springen, dann mag ich gerne mittendrein eins singen. Wie mir zu Mut in Leid und Lust, im Wachen und im Träumen, das stimm ich an aus voller Brust den Bäumen. Und sie verstehen mich gar fein, die Blätter alle lauschen, und fall'n am rechten Orte ein mit Rauschen. Und weiter wandelt Schall und Hall, in Wipfeln, Fels und Büschen, hell schmettert auch Frau Nachtigall dazwischen. Da fühlt die Brust am eignen Klang, sie darf sich was erkühnen, o frische Lust, Gesang, Gesang im Grünen.

English translation When woods are glowing sunny bright, And buds to bloom are springing; O then I would my joy proclaim by singing. And what I feel of woe and weal While waking or in slumbers, With lightsome heart I'd chant it forth in numbers. Woods understand my meaning well, And first they mark the measure, Then they come in at proper time, with pleasure. Then further goes the joyful sound, O'er mountain, rock and heather, Chimes in the tuneful nightingale together. The heart then finds sweet sympathy, It hears its echoes ringing, It hears its joy resound afar, while singing. The joyful sound afar is borne, When hearts with joy are singing. O joyful sound, when Nature all is singing. Translation by William Bartholomew