Sunday, 20 November 2011
Mendelssohn - Drei Volkslieder
O fly with me and be my love,
And let my home thy dwelling be;
And when afar away we rove,
O let my heart be all to thee.
And when afar away we rove,
O let my heart be all to thee.
But if thou wilt not, here Ill die,
And dreary wilt thou be, and lone,
For though from home thou dost not fly,
Home joys are fled when I am gone
For though from home thou dost not fly,
Home joys are fled when I am gone.
One night there came, in the gay springtime
A frost o'er the flow'rets bright,
And the rime brought death and destruction.
A youth had once lov'd a maiden gay;
They fled from home on a night in May,
And none ever knew of their going.
They wander'd wide o'er the world afar,
But never beheld fortune's guiding star;
In blight and sorrow they ended.
Over their grave the linden is growing;
The birds sweetly singing, and the soft winds blowing,
While on the greensward neath it's shade
Sit village swain and rosy maid.
While on the greensward neath it's shade
Sit village swain and rosy maid.
The soft low winds in sadness are sighing,
The bird's faint notes with the daylight are dying;
The maid and her swain listen silently,
And weep, but they weep without knowing why.
The maid and her swain listen silently,
And weep, but they weep without knowing why.
wish that I was never brought into this place
signing off @ 14:13
Sunday, 13 November 2011
Happy Birthday
For the past two years
I try to think of something meaningful
To make
With my own hands
Something
No matter how lousy
A gift
To send you away
A gift
To welcome you back
And to wish you happy birthday
And so
I find myself
Thinking once again
Of complex thoughts
Of cause and effect
Of you.
wish that I was never brought into this place
signing off @ 12:29
