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- (Posted 2010-04-24) CPDL #21535:
- Editor: Jens Klimek (submitted 2010-04-24). Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes:
General Information
Title: Herbstlied
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 5vv Voicing: SSATB
Genre: Secular, Folksong
Language: German
Instruments: A cappella
First published: 2010
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
German text
Kommt ein Reiflein in der Nacht,
nimmt den Rosen ihre Pracht,
fallen ab, fallen ab,
sinken in das kühle Grab.
Deine Schönheit wird vergeh'n,
wie die Rosen im Garten steh'n.
Fallen ab, fallen ab,
sinken in das kühle Grab.
In der Erde schläft nun still,
was im Frühjahr blühen will.
Ruhe aus, ruhe aus,
schlafe still im dunklen Haus.