Abschiedslied der Zurvogel (Farewell Song of the Birds)
Felix Mendelssohn
ed. Robert Carl

How fair the forest and the field and now how barren is the world
Gone are the days of summers bloom
Close after joy grief follows soon We know care joy had no bound
So cozy with loved ones all around
Content and glad from early dawn we joyfully filled the world with song.
Poor little birds we are forlorn
Gone are the places we called home
We must take flight with no delay to unknown lands so far away.