Loewe: Die Uhr

> Loewe: Die Uhr
  • Die Uhr by Carl Loewe
  • Key: F Major (High voice)
  • German and English languages
  • Text by Johann Gabriel Seidl
  • This song has been scanned from sheet music that is in the public domain.

German lyrics  Lieder.net

Singable English version
Wherever I go, I carry a watch with me all way.
And only look, whenever I’d know the time of day.
It was a master Workman who definitely its works designed.
Though twill not always follow the whims of a foolish mind.
I would, it had run yet faster on many a bygone day.
I would, he had often gone slower, nor waste of the time away.
In all rejoicing or sorrow, though storm or calm might fall.

What ever in life begin befell me, the time has told for all.
When father lay in his coffin by the bier where my friend was laid.
For love’s awakening rapture upon the morn I wed.
And where in his cradle my child lay and long still shall go.
In happier days I hope for me, if God will have it so.
And though it would sometimes falter, as if to run down it were fain,
Its generous Maker always would carefully wind it again.
But should it ever run no longer, it’s day would then be over.
None other, but him who made it, Could set it going once more.
Then I to Maker must hie me, how far no mortal can say.
Beyond creations beginning, far off in an endless day!
And there as a grateful child might, I’ll give my father his own.
“See Lord, I did not spoil it, tis is only all run down.”

 

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Loewe: Die Uhr

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  • Die Uhr by Carl Loewe
  • Key: F Major (High voice)
  • German and English languages
  • Text by Johann Gabriel Seidl
  • This song has been scanned from sheet music that is in the public domain.

German lyrics  Lieder.net

Singable English version
Wherever I go, I carry a watch with me all way.
And only look, whenever I’d know the time of day.
It was a master Workman who definitely its works designed.
Though twill not always follow the whims of a foolish mind.
I would, it had run yet faster on many a bygone day.
I would, he had often gone slower, nor waste of the time away.
In all rejoicing or sorrow, though storm or calm might fall.

What ever in life begin befell me, the time has told for all.
When father lay in his coffin by the bier where my friend was laid.
For love’s awakening rapture upon the morn I wed.
And where in his cradle my child lay and long still shall go.
In happier days I hope for me, if God will have it so.
And though it would sometimes falter, as if to run down it were fain,
Its generous Maker always would carefully wind it again.
But should it ever run no longer, it’s day would then be over.
None other, but him who made it, Could set it going once more.
Then I to Maker must hie me, how far no mortal can say.
Beyond creations beginning, far off in an endless day!
And there as a grateful child might, I’ll give my father his own.
“See Lord, I did not spoil it, tis is only all run down.”