Im Walde (Schulze) by Franz Schubert | PIANO ACCOMPANIMENT (Bb minor)

Piano accompaniment for Im Walde (Schulze) by Franz Schubert (Bb minor)
Played by Mandee Madrid-Sikich
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Song text below ⬇️
Ich wandre über Berg und Tal
Und über grüne Heiden,
Und mit mir wandert meine Qual,
Will nimmer von mir scheiden.
Und schifft’ ich auch durch’s weite Meer
Sie käm auch dort wohl hinterher.
Wohl blühn viel Blumen auf der Flur,
Die hab’ ich nicht gesehen.
Denn eine Blume seh’ ich nur
Auf allen Wegen stehen.
Nach ihr hab’ ich mich oft gebückt
Und doch sie nimmer abgepflückt.
Die Bienen summen durch das Gras
Und hängen an den Blüten;
Das macht mein Auge trüb’ und nass,
Ich kann mir’s nicht verbieten.
Ihr süssen Lippen, rot und weich,
Wohl hing ich nimmer so an euch!
Gar lieblich singen nah und fern
Die Vögel auf den Zweigen;
Wohl säng’ ich mit den Vögeln gern,
Doch muss ich traurig schweigen.
Denn Liebeslust und Liebespein,
Die bleiben jedes gern allein.
Am Himmel seh’ ich flügelschnell
Die Wolken weiter ziehen,
Die Welle rieselt leicht und hell,
Muss immer nahn und fliehen.
Doch haschen, wenn’s vom Winde ruht,
Sich Wolk’ und Wolke, Flut und Flut.
Ich wandre hin, ich wandre her,
Bei Sturm und heitern Tagen,
Und doch erschau’ ich’s nimmermehr
Und kann es nicht erjagen.
O Liebessehnen, Liebesqual,
Wann ruht der Wanderer einmal?
I wander over mountain and valley
and over green heaths,
and with me wanders my torment,
it will never from me part.
And even if I sailed over the wide sea,
it would also come there with me.
Indeed many flowers bloom in the meadow,
I have not seen them.
There is one flower I see only
on all paths standing.
toward it have I myself often stooped
and yet have never plucked it.
The bees buzz through the grass
and hang on the blossoms,
that makes my eyes dark and moist
I can for myself not forbid it.
Her sweet lips, red and soft,
indeed I never hung so on you!
Entirely lovely sing near and far
the birds on the branches,
indeed i would sing with the birds gladly,
but must I sadly be silent,
for love’s-joy and love’s-pain
they each remain alone gladly.
In the heavens I see fast-winging
the far moving clouds.
The waves ripple lightly and brightly
They must ever draw near and flee.
But when the wind rests,
cloud catches cloud, wave and wave.
I wander here I wander there,
in storms and in clearer days.
And yet I see it nevermore
and cannot get a hold of it.
O love’s-longing, o love’s-torment
when rests the wanderer once again?
I wander over mountain and valley
and over green heaths,
and with me wanders my torment,
it will never from me part.
And even if I sailed over the wide sea,
it would also come there with me.
Indeed many flowers bloom in the meadow,
I have not seen them.
There is one flower I see only
on all paths standing.
toward it have I myself often stooped
and yet have never plucked it.
The bees buzz through the grass
and hang on the blossoms,
that makes my eyes dark and moist
I can for myself not forbid it.
Her sweet lips, red and soft,
indeed I never hung so on you!
Entirely lovely sing near and far
the birds on the branches,
indeed i would sing with the birds gladly,
but must I sadly be silent,
for love’s-joy and love’s-pain
they each remain alone gladly.
In the heavens I see fast-winging
the far moving clouds.
The waves ripple lightly and brightly
They must ever draw near and flee.
But when the wind rests,
cloud catches cloud, wave and wave.
I wander here I wander there,
in storms and in clearer days.
And yet I see it nevermore
and cannot get a hold of it.
O love’s-longing, o love’s-torment
when rests the wanderer once again?
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