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1. Valass'n, valass'n, valass'n bin i!
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Valass'n, valass'n, valass'n bin i!
wia der Stan af der Straß'n, ka Diandle mag mi!
wia der Stan af der Straß'n, ka Diandle mag mi!
Drum geh i zum Kirchlan, zum Kirchlan weit 'naus,
Drum geh i zum Kirchlan, zum Kirchlan weit 'naus,

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Editor: Nikolaus Hold (submitted 2021-09-04).   Score information: A4, 1 page, 48 kB   Copyright: CC BY NC
Edition notes: Text in German and English.

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Title: Verlassen / Forsaken
Composer: Thomas Koschat
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Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: TTBB
Genre: SecularPartsong

Language: German
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1886 in Auserlesene weltliche Männerchöre (Theodor Schmidt), no. 41
    2nd published: 1906 in Volksliederbuch für Männerchor, no. 455
    3rd published: 1912 in Polyhymnia (Bösche, Linnarz, Reinbrecht), no. 55
    4th published: 1915 in Volksliederbuch für gemischten Chor, no. 462

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

1.
Valass'n, valass'n, valass'n bin i!
wia der Stan af der Straß'n, ka Diandle mag mi!
Drum geh i zum Kirchlan, zum Kirchlan weit 'naus,
durt knia i mi nieder und wan mi halt aus.
2.
In Wâld steht a Hügerl, viel Bleamerln blüahn drauf,
durt schlaft mein arm's Diandle, ka Liab weckt's mehr auf.
Durt hin is mei Wallfahrt, durthin is mei Sinn,
durt mirk i recht deutlich wia valass'n i bin.

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1.
Forsaken, forsaken, forsaken am I;
Like a stone in the causeway, my buried hopes lie,
I go to the churchyard, my eyes fill with tears;
And kneeling I weep there, Oh, my love, loved for years.
2.
A mound in the churchyard, that blossoms hang o'er;
It is there my love sleepeth, to waken no more,
'Tis there all my footsteps, my passions all lead;
And there my heart turneth; I'm forsaken indeed.