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- (Posted 2013-11-10) CPDL #30520:
- Editor: Christopher Boveroux (submitted 2013-11-10). Score information: Letter, 5 pages, 58 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: SSAA unaccompanied.
General Information
Title: Der Bräutigam, Op. 44, No. 2
Composer: Johannes Brahms
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SSAA
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
German text
Von allen Bergen nieder
So fröhlich Grüßen schallt -
Das ist der Frühling wieder,
Der ruft zum grünen Wald!
Ein Liedchen ist erklungen
Herauf zum stillen Schloß -
Dein Liebster hat's gesungen
Der hebt Dich auf sein Roß.
Wir reiten so geschwinde,
Von allen Menschen weit. -
Da rauscht die Luft so linde
In Waldeseinsamkeit.
Wohin? Im Mondenschimmer
So bleich der Wald schon steht. -
Leis rauscht die Nacht - frag' nimmer,
Wo Lieb' zu Ende geht!