Lieder eines fahrenden Gesellen: I: Wenn mein Schatz Hochzeit macht - Dame Janet Baker, Sir John Barbirolli, The Hallé

When my darling has her wedding-day,

her joyous wedding-day,

I will have my day of mourning!

I will go to my little room,

my dark little room,

and weep, weep for my darling,

for my dear darling!

Blue flower!

Do not wither!

Sweet little bird

you sing on the green heath!

Alas, how can the world be so fair?

Chirp!

Chirp!

Do not sing;

do not bloom!

Spring is over.

All singing must now be done.

At night when I go to sleep,

I think of my sorrow,

of my sorrow!