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- Editor: Allen Simoncreate page (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
- 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. MusicXML source file(s) in compressed .mxl format.
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
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Description:
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.