Whos he that doth travel the woods late by night?
It is the father, his son by his side.
A-holding the little boy all in his arm,
hes wrapped him up tightly, hes keeping him warm.
»My son, pray tell me, what frightens you so?«
»Beholdst thou not, father, the Fairy Kings glow?
With his crown made of fire, his shimmering frock?«
»My son, this is naught but a phantom of fog.«
My lovely child, come follow me!
Most pleasant games Ill play with thee.
The flowers are bright where the river runs down,
my mothers got many a glistening gown.
»My father, my father, pray canst thou not hear,
the Fairy Kings promises, soft in my ear?«
»O dont be afraid, little stupid, be calm!
Tis naught but the wind that is shaking the elm.«
Willst thou, fairest manchild, not come and be mine?
My daughters will dress you in satin so fine.
At night, when my daughters are leading the ball
theres laughter and singing and joy in my hall.
»O father, my father, pray canst thou not see,
the Fairy Kings daughters are smiling at me?«
»My boy, little boy, I can tell you quite sure,
tis naught but the willows that wave by the moor.«
I love your fair features, your grace I behold,
and if youre not willing, youll never grow old.
»My father, my father, hes touching my arm!
The Fairy Kings holding me, doing me harm!«
The father a-shudders, he speeds like the wind,
a-clutching his son, never looking behind,
he reaches his home at his horses last breath -
but the face of his son now is shadowed by death.
Nach dem Gedicht »Der Erlkönig« von Johann
Wolfgang von Goethe
Text und Melodie © 1998 by Thesilée und Andrea Tavenrath
Dieses Lied befindet sich auf dem Album »Garden of the Lost«
Das Lied mit Akkorden als PDF-Datei Based on the poem »Der Erlkönig« by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
tune and lyrics © 1998 by Thesilée and Andrea Tavenrath
Youll find this song on the album »Garden of the Lost«
br> Download this song with chords as a PDF-File