'go whither o shepherd! don't sadden thine heart thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art! an old man who's been born in a cradle of wood of a tree that at least a hundred years stood, cut by a boy who at heart was still pure - might be my redeemer if he knew that he could.
It was an eve in late summer, Autumn was nigh Still a warm sun did colour the sky The meadows did shine in a strange golden light And vales did forth the soft haze of night When through the air a voice did resound Beckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground The shepherd: 'What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone? What maiden does wander the heather alone?' Bewitched by its tone, He followed her song, Whilst the sun did descend And the shadows grew long In the dim light of dusk, Near the sparkling cascade On a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid The shepherd: 'Why art thou dreary? What happened to thee? What song didst thou sing so woefully?' The maiden: 'Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden thine heart Thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art! An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood Of a tree that at least a hundred years stood, Cut by a boy who at heart was still pure - Might be my redeemer if he knew that he could...
kusursuz. bana anafartalar caddesini hatırlatıyor şu sıralar. ondan önce de bir şeyler hatırlatıyordu, hepsinin ortak noktası: gece ve rüzgar. geceleri balkona çıkabilseydim bu şarkıyı dinlerdim kesin. geçmişim peşimi bırakmıyor ya da ben bırakamıyorum geçmişimi. tutunduğum hiçbir şey yok. suçlu hissediyorum. ha bir de ailesinin hiç sevmediği bir çocuğu hatırlıyorum bu şarkıda. zaten düzgün, güzel aileler hep aptal çocukları buluyor ya, zoruma gidiyor. neyse. çok zorlanıyorum, çok. yoruldum çırpınmaktan.
'go whither o shepherd! don't sadden thine heart
thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art!
an old man who's been born in a cradle of wood
of a tree that at least a hundred years stood,
cut by a boy who at heart was still pure -
might be my redeemer if he knew that he could.
Such a poetic ❤️🙏🏻
WHat girl listens to such woebegone tone, what maiden like you wanders the meadows, alone?
I love you Brent - our song!!
Go whither o shepherd! don't sadden thine heart
thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art!
"""Deutch mann"""
what can I say, this is a haunting masterpiece. Words make it sound so mundane...
What a masterpiece
Thank you empyrium
It was an eve in late summer,
Autumn was nigh
Still a warm sun did colour the sky
The meadows did shine in a strange golden light
And vales did forth the soft haze of night
When through the air a voice did resound
Beckoning the shepherd to rise from the ground
The shepherd:
'What sweet voice does sing in such a woebegone tone?
What maiden does wander the heather alone?'
Bewitched by its tone,
He followed her song,
Whilst the sun did descend
And the shadows grew long
In the dim light of dusk,
Near the sparkling cascade
On a moss covered stone sat a crying young maid
The shepherd:
'Why art thou dreary?
What happened to thee?
What song didst thou sing so woefully?'
The maiden:
'Go whither O shepherd!
Don't sadden thine heart
Thou canst not help me - not thou who thou art!
An old man who's been born in a cradle of wood
Of a tree that at least a hundred years stood,
Cut by a boy who at heart was still pure -
Might be my redeemer if he knew that he could...
Yaşadığım ölkədə bu musiqiləri seven birisini görmək başqa bir hissdir.
sheer poetry
my favorite music genre is this song...
Have a look for October Falls and Vàli maybe you´ll like this too:)
@@Justikar1977 agh i love Vàli, now I'll go listen to October Falls thanks
Phenomenon of music 👑🙏✌❤
Hit the nail on the head
alps is where my spirit lies
You're the only reason, ı can stand life.
nabacan hayat
en guzel parcalarindan biridir
Öyle (:
@@wertherslotte :D nerelerdesin
@@Orhunovicc beni mi özledin👅
Orada, burada, her yerde.
Bu grubu dinleyen Türkler, Antalya'da bi ara buluşalım bi çay içeriz
Aşığım
Yalnız..
excelso!
♡
Keşfe devam
kusursuz. bana anafartalar caddesini hatırlatıyor şu sıralar. ondan önce de bir şeyler hatırlatıyordu, hepsinin ortak noktası: gece ve rüzgar. geceleri balkona çıkabilseydim bu şarkıyı dinlerdim kesin. geçmişim peşimi bırakmıyor ya da ben bırakamıyorum geçmişimi. tutunduğum hiçbir şey yok. suçlu hissediyorum. ha bir de ailesinin hiç sevmediği bir çocuğu hatırlıyorum bu şarkıda. zaten düzgün, güzel aileler hep aptal çocukları buluyor ya, zoruma gidiyor. neyse. çok zorlanıyorum, çok. yoruldum çırpınmaktan.
Gece ve rüzgar:) bana birini hatırlatıyor..
یاد غمگین ترین خاطرات
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Lyrics low key ruin it, you need something more drawn out & high pitched - female voices