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In the Village
English source:
Jeremy Sams
The guard-dogs are growling
The night wind is howling
But safe on their pillows
The town is snoring
Tossing and turning
Secretly yearning
Longing for something
Less empty, less boring
But all their dreams will vanish come morning
Sleep on
Sleep on
There’s really no harm in dreaming
In planning
In scheming
In hopeless, in vainly hoping
You have to forgive them
You have to forgive them
It’s their way of coping
Dogs, do your work
And chase me from here
Growl as I pass
I do not belong here
Among the slumberers you’ll never find me
My dreaming days they are far behind me
Among the slumberers you’ll never find me
My dreaming days they are far behind me
The night wind is howling
But safe on their pillows
The town is snoring
Tossing and turning
Secretly yearning
Longing for something
Less empty, less boring
But all their dreams will vanish come morning
Sleep on
Sleep on
There’s really no harm in dreaming
In planning
In scheming
In hopeless, in vainly hoping
You have to forgive them
You have to forgive them
It’s their way of coping
Dogs, do your work
And chase me from here
Growl as I pass
I do not belong here
Among the slumberers you’ll never find me
My dreaming days they are far behind me
Among the slumberers you’ll never find me
My dreaming days they are far behind me
Composer
Franz Schubert
Franz Peter Schubert was an late Classical and early Romantic composer. He produced a vast oeuvre during his short life, composing more the 600 vocal works (largely Lieder), and well as several symphonies, operas, and a large body of piano music. He…
