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- (Posted 2012-01-10) CPDL #25335: (Sibelius 6)
- Editor: Ian Haslam (submitted 2012-01-10). Score information: A4, 3 pages, 42 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: from Novello's Part-Song Book, Second Series, No. 1151.
General Information
Title: Thuringian Volkslied
Composer: Franz Wilhelm Abt
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published: 1887
Description: An arrangement of this song in four parts for men's voices was published in The Orpheus New Series. Vol. v. No. 145, dated by the British Library catalogue to [1887]. An arrangement for SATB was published as No. 1151 in Novello's Part-Song Book, Second Series, [1909].
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Original text and translations
Original text and translations may be found at Ach, wie ist's möglich dann (Friedrich Silcher).
English text
How could I bear
Ever to part from thee?
Thee do I love, how well
Thou canst not tell.
I am of rest bereav'd,
Thou hast my soul enslav'd,
Nowhere I care to be,
But, love, with thee.
Blue is the flow'r we call "Forgetmenot";
This flow'r then take to thee, and think on me.
Should hope and flow'r decay,
Dare still on me to stay,
Love with me cannot die,
Thou may'st rely.
Were I a bird,
Soon would I be with thee,
Braving the stormy sky,
Swift would I fly
But should the fowler's ball
Reach me, and I must fall,
Under thy loving eye
Fain would I die.