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- Editor: Nikolaus Hold (submitted 2018-01-27). Score information: A4, 2 pages, 56 kB Copyright: CC BY NC
- Edition notes: Source: Breitkopf & Härtel, Leipzig 1886.
General Information
Title: Jägerlied, Op. 59 No. 3
Work: Vier Gesänge, Op. 59
Composer: Robert Schumann
Lyricist: Eduard Mörike
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 1848
2nd published: 1909 in Gute Geister (König, Küffner, Nüzel), no. 57
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Original text and translations
German text
Zierlich ist des Vogels Tritt im Schnee,
wenn er wandelt auf des Berges Höh';
zierlicher schreibt Liebchens liebe Hand,
schreibt ein Brieflein mir in ferne Land'.
In die Lüfte hoch ein Reiher steigt,
dahin weder Pfeil noch Kugel fleugt;
tausendmal so hoch und so geschwind,
die Gedanken treuer Liebe sind.