Prelude
The time approaches for me to part!
Now
winter’s voice is compelling;
A bird of passage, I know my heart
In
other climes has its dwelling.
I have long known that I cannot stay;
Though
this is no cause for grieving,
So free from care as I wend my way
I
sing at times before leaving.
I should at times have perhaps sung more –
Or
should perhaps have sung better;
But dark days crowded oft to the fore,
And
gales my feathers did scatter.
In God’s fair world I would fain have tried
To
spread my wings out in freedom;
But I’m imprisoned on every side
And
can’t escape from my thralldom.
From lofty skies would I fain have tried
To
blithely sing and not fretted;
But for my shelter and food must bide
A
jailbird poor and indebted.
At times I make the consoling choice
To
let my gaze outward wander:
And sometimes send my poor mournful voice
Through
prison bars yearning yonder.
Then listen, traveller, to this song;
To
pass this way please endeavour!
It might, God knows, not last very long
Before
this voice fades for ever.
This coming evening, I can foretell,
May
see my prison bars breaking;
For I will sing now a fond farewell,
Perhaps
my final leave-taking.
For the original text, go to here. Set to music twice, by Thomas Laub and Oluf Ring. The latter is perhaps the better known. A fine modern recording by Alberte Winding and Benjamin Koppel on their CD Lyse Nætter from 2001.
For the original text, go to here. Set to music twice, by Thomas Laub and Oluf Ring. The latter is perhaps the better known. A fine modern recording by Alberte Winding and Benjamin Koppel on their CD Lyse Nætter from 2001.
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