Songs
Heimweh I: Wie traulich war das Fleckchen
(1873)
Op. 63 no.7
Heimweh I: Wie traulich war das Fleckchen
Wie traulich war das Fleckchen,Wo meine Wiege ging!Kein Bäumchen war, kein Heckchen,Das nicht voll Träume hing.Wo nur ein Blümchen blühte,Da blühten gleich sie mit,Und alles sang und glühteMir zu bei jedem Schritt.Ich wäre nicht gegangen,Nicht für die ganze Welt!—Mein Sehnen, mein Verlangen,Hier ruht’s in Wald und Feld.
Longing for home I: How homely the spot
How homely the spotWhere my cradle used to rock!No sapling was there, or hedgeThat wasn’t hung with dreams.Wherever a flower bloomed,My dreams bloomed too,And all things sang and glowedFor me at each step I took.Never would I have gone away,Not for all the world!My longing, my desires—Here they dwell in forest and field.
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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- 09 Mar 2018: Stephan Loges & Eugene Asti: Brahms songs
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Heimweh I: Wie traulich war das Fleckchen
Wie traulich war das Fleckchen,
Wo meine Wiege ging!
Kein Bäumchen war, kein Heckchen,
Das nicht voll Träume hing.
Wo nur ein Blümchen blühte,
Da blühten gleich sie mit,
Und alles sang und glühte
Mir zu bei jedem Schritt.
Ich wäre nicht gegangen,
Nicht für die ganze Welt!—
Mein Sehnen, mein Verlangen,
Hier ruht’s in Wald und Feld.
Longing for home I: How homely the spot
How homely the spot
Where my cradle used to rock!
No sapling was there, or hedge
That wasn’t hung with dreams.
Wherever a flower bloomed,
My dreams bloomed too,
And all things sang and glowed
For me at each step I took.
Never would I have gone away,
Not for all the world!
My longing, my desires—
Here they dwell in forest and field.
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
Sorry, no further description available.
Previously performed at:
- 09 Mar 2018: Stephan Loges & Eugene Asti: Brahms songs