Das Lied im Grünen
The Song in the Countryside
Reil
To the country, the countryside,
Spring, the dear lad, invites us to follow
His flower-trimmed staff through field and forest
Where blackbird and lark rest,
Up hillside and down to the brook in the hollow;
To the country, the countryside.
In the country, the countryside
Where life’s good to live, where we like to stroll,
Which we strain to glimpse whilst still far away,
And as we’re walking, hearts joyous, removed from the fray,
Childish delight’s a constant balm to the soul;
In the country, the countryside.
In the country, the countryside,
Just the place to find rest, experience such beauty,
Thinking at ease thoughts of indifferent merit
To conjure away all wearisome duty
And call up all that enchants the spirit;
In the country, the countryside
In the country, the countryside
Where many a good scheme’s taken wing,
The future’s grim aspect, summarily banished,
Our vision is strengthened, the eye is refreshed;
Our wishes rock gently as if on a swing;
In the country, the countryside
In the country, the countryside,
At ease in the quiet of dusk and of dawn
Many idylls and songs come to be,
And Hymen oft crowns poetic fantasy,
For it’s easy to flirt when the heart is new-born
In the country, the countryside.
To the country, the countryside
Let us happily follow the friendly young lad.
Should one day our lives no longer be glad,
Then we won’t have missed out on the greenery days,
But wisely, with benefit, enjoyed dreams that amaze,
In the country, the countryside.
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