Uhland’s “Chapel”
Yonder stands the hillside chapel Mid the evergreens and rocks, All day long it hears the song Of the shepherd to his flocks. Then the chapel bell goes tolling— Knelling for a soul that's sped; Silent and sad the shepherd lad Hears the requiem for the dead. Shepherd, singers of the valley, Voiceless now, speed on before; Soon shall knell that chapel bell For the songs you'll sing no more.
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