Songs
Der Gang zum Liebchen
(1853)
Op. 48 no.1
Der Gang zum Liebchen
Es glänzt der Mond nieder,Ich sollte doch wieder Zu meinem Liebchen, Wie mag es ihr gehn?Ach weh, sie verzaget Und klaget, und klaget, Daß sie mich nimmer Im Leben wird sehn!Es ging der Mond unter, Ich eilte doch munter, Und eilte daß keiner Mein Liebchen entführt.Ihr Täubchen, o girret,Ihr Lüftchen, o schwirret,Daß keiner mein Liebchen, Mein Liebchen entführt!
The walk to the beloved
The moon shines down, So I should set out Again to my love, How is she, I wonder?Alas, she’s despairingAnd lamenting, lamenting She’ll never seeMe again in her life!The moon went down, But I hurried off happily, Hurried so that no one Should steal my love.Keep cooing, you doves,Keep whispering, you breezes, So that no oneShould steal my love!
Translation © Richard Stokes, author of The Book of Lieder (Faber, 2005)
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Composer
Johannes Brahms (7 May 1833 – 3 April 1897) was a German composer, pianist, and conductor of the Romantic period. Born in Hamburg into a Lutheran family, Brahms spent much of his professional life in Vienna.
Brahms has been considered, by his contemporaries and by later writers, as both a traditionalist and an innovator. His music is firmly rooted in the structures and compositional techniques of the Classical masters. While many contemporaries found his music too academic, his contribution and craftsmanship have been admired by many.
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Der Gang zum Liebchen
Es glänzt der Mond nieder,
Ich sollte doch wieder
Zu meinem Liebchen,
Wie mag es ihr gehn?
Ach weh, sie verzaget
Und klaget, und klaget,
Daß sie mich nimmer
Im Leben wird sehn!
Es ging der Mond unter,
Ich eilte doch munter,
Und eilte daß keiner
Mein Liebchen entführt.
Ihr Täubchen, o girret,
Ihr Lüftchen, o schwirret,
Daß keiner mein Liebchen,
Mein Liebchen entführt!
The walk to the beloved
The moon shines down,
So I should set out
Again to my love,
How is she, I wonder?
Alas, she’s despairing
And lamenting, lamenting
She’ll never see
Me again in her life!
The moon went down,
But I hurried off happily,
Hurried so that no one
Should steal my love.
Keep cooing, you doves,
Keep whispering, you breezes,
So that no one
Should steal my love!
If you would like to use our texts and translations, please click here for more information.
Composer
Johannes Brahms (7 May 1833 – 3 April 1897) was a German composer, pianist, and conductor of the Romantic period. Born in Hamburg into a Lutheran family, Brahms spent much of his professional life in Vienna.
Brahms has been considered, by his contemporaries and by later writers, as both a traditionalist and an innovator. His music is firmly rooted in the structures and compositional techniques of the Classical masters. While many contemporaries found his music too academic, his contribution and craftsmanship have been admired by many.
Information from Wikipedia. Click here for the full article.
See Full Entry
Poet
Source Text by:
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Previously performed at:
- 24 Oct 2017: Brahms & Wolf: Ian Bostridge & Julius Drake