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{{Editor|Nikolaus Hold|2017-06-09}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|4|82}}{{Copy|Creative Commons Attribution Non-Commercial}} | |||
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*{{CPDLno|6240}} [[Media:ws-mend-883.pdf|{{Pdf}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-883.mid|{{Mid}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-883.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 2) | *{{CPDLno|6240}} [[Media:ws-mend-883.pdf|{{Pdf}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-883.mid|{{Mid}}]] [[Media:ws-mend-883.sib|{{sib}}]] (Sibelius 2) | ||
{{Editor|Stuart McIntosh|2003-12-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|164}}{{Copy|Personal}} | {{Editor|Stuart McIntosh|2003-12-28}}{{ScoreInfo|A4|6|164}}{{Copy|Personal}} | ||
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- (Posted 2017-06-09) CPDL #44922: MusicXML
- Editor: Nikolaus Hold (submitted 2017-06-09). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 82 kB Copyright: CC BY NC
- Edition notes: according to Breitkopf & Härtel, Leipzig 1877.
- CPDL #06240: (Sibelius 2)
- Editor: Stuart McIntosh (submitted 2003-12-28). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 164 kB Copyright: Personal
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General Information
Title: Hirtenlied, Op. 88, No. 3
Composer: Felix Mendelssohn
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Secular, Partsong
Language: German
Instruments: none, piano reduction
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Original text and translations
German text
O Winter, schlimmer Winter, wie ist die Welt so klein!
Du drängst uns all' in die Täler, in die enge Hütten hinein.
Und geh' ich auch vorüber an meiner Liebsten Haus,
kaum sieht sie mit dem Köpfchen, zum kleinen Fenster heraus.
O Sommer, schöner Sommer, wie wird die Welt so weit!
Je höher steigt auf die Berge, je weiter sie sich verbreidt.
Und halt' ich dich in den Armen auf freien Bergeshöh'n,
wir sehen in die weiten Lande und werden nicht geseh'n.