Es glänzt der Mond nieder,
Ich sollte doch wieder
Zu meinem Liebchen,
Wie mag es ihr geh'n?
Ach weh', sie verzaget
Und klaget, und klaget,
Daß sie mich nimmer
Im Leben wird seh'n!
Es ging der Mond unter,
Ich eilte doch munter,
Und eilte daß keiner
Mein Liebchen entführt.
Ihr Täubchen, o girret,
Ihr Lüftchen, o schwirret,
Daß keiner mein Liebchen,
Mein Liebchen entführt!
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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Der Gang zum Liebchen", op. 31 (Drei Quartette für 4 Solostimmen (S., A., T., B.) mit Pianoforte) no. 3 (1863), published 1864 [ SATB quartet and piano ], Leipzig, Breitkopf und Härtel [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Johannes Brahms (1833 - 1897), "Der Gang zum Liebchen", op. 48 (Sieben Lieder für eine Singstimme mit Begleitung des Pianoforte) no. 1 (1868), published 1868 [ voice and piano ], Berlin, Simrock [sung text checked 1 time]
- by Alice Tegnér (1864 - 1943), "Ihr Täubchen" [ voice and piano ] [sung text not yet checked]
Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):
- CAT Catalan (Català) (Salvador Pila) , copyright © 2022, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- DUT Dutch (Nederlands) [singable] (Lau Kanen) , copyright © 2014, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ENG English (Emily Ezust) , no title, copyright ©
- FRE French (Français) (Guy Laffaille) , copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
- ITA Italian (Italiano) (Amelia Maria Imbarrato) , copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
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Line count: 16
Word count: 64
The moon gleams down,
I should yet again
Go to my darling,
How does she fare?
Alas, she's despondent
And laments and laments,
That I will never see her
Again in her life!
The moon sinks,
I hurry off briskly -
Hurrying so that nobody
Shall steal my love away.
O coo, you doves!
O whir, you breezes!
- So that nobody
Shall steal my love away!