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==Original text and translations==
==Original text and translations==
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1. Uffem Kirchhof am Chor blüeht e BloHolder Strauß,
1. Uffem Kirchhof am Chor  
do fliegt e weiß Täuble, vors tage tuet, raus.
blüeht e BloHolder Strauß,
do fliegt e weiß Täuble,  
vors tage tuet, raus.


2. Es streicht wohl e Gässele nieder and zwue,
2. Es streicht wohl e Gässele  
es fliegt mer ins Fenster, es kommt uf mi zue.
nieder and zwue,
es fliegt mer ins Fenster,  
es kommt uf mi zue.


3. Jetzt siehn i mein Schatz und sei linneweiß Gwand
3. Jetzt siehn i mein Schatz  
und sei silberes Ringle von mir an der sei Hand.
und sei linneweiß Gwand
und sei silberes Ringle  
von mir an der sei Hand.


4. Es nickt mer en Grueß, setzt se nieder am Bett,
4. Es nickt mer en Grueß,  
frei luegt mers ins Gsicht, aber a rüehrt me's net.
setzt se nieder am Bett,
frei luegt mers ins Gsicht,  
aber a rüehrt me's net.


5. Drei Woche nach Ostern, wenn's Nachthüele schreit,
5. Drei Woche nach Ostern,  
do mache mer Hochzig; mei Schatz hot mer's gseit.
wenn's Nachthüele schreit,
do mache mer Hochzig;  
mei Schatz hot mer's gseit.


6. Fei still ist mei Hochzig, mer halte kein Tanz.
6. Fei still ist mei Hochzig,  
Wer goht mit zur Kirchen? Wer flicht mer de Kranz?}}
mer halte kein Tanz.
Wer goht mit zur Kirchen?  
Wer flicht mer de Kranz?}}
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{{Translation|English|
1. In the church yard, by the choir loft
Blooms an elderberry bush,
A white dove flies from it,
Before the day breaks.
 
2. It flies through an alley
Maybe even two,
It flies to my window,
Directly to me.
 
3. Now I see my darling
in his white garb
And his silver ring
which I gave him, on his hand.
 
4. It nods to me in greeting,
Sits down on the bed,
Looks freely into my face,
But it leaves me cold.
 
5. Three weeks after Easter,
When the night owl cries,
We celebrate our wedding,
My darling said that to me.
 
6. Very quiet is my wedding,
We are not having a dance.
Who comes along to church?
Who braids me a wreath?
  Tr. Dr. Gerda Snapper}}{{btm}}


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Title: Lieb in den Tod
Composer: Hugo Distler
Lyricist: Eduard Mörike
Number of voices: 5vv   Voicing: SSATB
Genre: SecularLied

Language: German
Instruments: A cappella

First published: 1939
Description: A strophic, homophonic setting of a plaintive Lied in 6 verses of Swabian dialect.

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Original text and translations

German.png German text

1. Uffem Kirchhof am Chor
blüeht e BloHolder Strauß,
do fliegt e weiß Täuble,
vors tage tuet, raus.

2. Es streicht wohl e Gässele
nieder and zwue,
es fliegt mer ins Fenster,
es kommt uf mi zue.

3. Jetzt siehn i mein Schatz
und sei linneweiß Gwand
und sei silberes Ringle
von mir an der sei Hand.

4. Es nickt mer en Grueß,
setzt se nieder am Bett,
frei luegt mers ins Gsicht,
aber a rüehrt me's net.

5. Drei Woche nach Ostern,
wenn's Nachthüele schreit,
do mache mer Hochzig;
mei Schatz hot mer's gseit.

6. Fei still ist mei Hochzig,
mer halte kein Tanz.
Wer goht mit zur Kirchen?
Wer flicht mer de Kranz?

English.png English translation

1. In the church yard, by the choir loft
Blooms an elderberry bush,
A white dove flies from it,
Before the day breaks.

2. It flies through an alley
Maybe even two,
It flies to my window,
Directly to me.

3. Now I see my darling
in his white garb
And his silver ring
which I gave him, on his hand.

4. It nods to me in greeting,
Sits down on the bed,
Looks freely into my face,
But it leaves me cold.

5. Three weeks after Easter,
When the night owl cries,
We celebrate our wedding,
My darling said that to me.

6. Very quiet is my wedding,
We are not having a dance.
Who comes along to church?
Who braids me a wreath?
   Tr. Dr. Gerda Snapper

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