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.