Erstes Müllerlied

Räder klappern, Wasser rauschen
Und das Glöckchen gellt darein.
Gern mag ich den Tönen lauschen
Hier am duft'gen Waldesrain.

Denn solch' reges Treiben wecket
Immerdar den frohen Mut,
Und im Grase hingestrecket
Ruht dabei sich's doppelt gut.

Möchte in der Mühle hausen
Als ein Müller frisch und jung,
Wo so lustig Sausen, Brausen,
Wassersturz und Räderschwung.

Würde schaffen dort und schalten,
Emsig lenken Well' auf Well',
Bis das Bächlein ohne Halten
Trieb' die Räder doppelt schnell.

Dann auf ihre Schaufeln legen
Würd' ich meinen Kummer all',
Daß er mit dem Silberregen
Stäubte hin im wilden Schwall.

Ha, dann trüge wohl behende
Ihn die Flut in's weite Meer,
Und zu meinem Herze fände
Nie den Weg der Kummer mehr.

In solch' Träumen hat das Lauschen
Mich versenkt am Waldesrain,
Räder klappern, Wasser rauschen,
Und das Glöckchen gellt darein.

by Johann Nepomuk Vogl (1802-1866)

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

by (Joseph) Joachim Raff (1822-1882) , "Erstes Müllerlied", op. 98 no. 13 (1855-63), from Sanges-Frühling, no. 13.

ENG English [singable] (Anonymous/Unidentified Artist)

Date added to the website: 2009-02-04.

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First Mill Song

Wheels are clacking, waters glisten,
And the mill-bell gaily sounds;
Gladly do I stand and listen
By the balmy forest bounds.

All these merry sounds awaken
Thoughts of joy which o'er me pass,
Better can my rest be taken
Lolling here upon the grass.

Fain would I by yonder water
Be a miller young and gay,
While the wheel with patter, clatter,
Turned amid the roaring spray.

I would work, all hands assisting,
Guiding hither spring on spring,
Till the torrent, nought resisting,
Doubly fast my wheel should swing.

Then upon its paddles bending
All my sorrows I would lay;
With the silver mist ascending
Swiftly they should fly away.

Down the millstream like a bubble
To the ocean they should flee;
Never more should care nor trouble
Reach again this heart of me.

Such my fancies while I listen
By the balmy forest bounds,
Wheels are clacking, waters glisten,
And the mill-bell gaily sounds.

Singable translation by Anonymous/Unidentified Artist , "First Mill Song"

a text in German by Johann Nepomuk Vogl (1802-1866)

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Date added to the website: 2009-02-04.