Meine Liedersammlung für die Mundharmonika - laufende Erweiterung -
II. Lieder anderer Sprachen
Amazing Grace (amerikan. Volkslied)

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound. That sav'd a wretch like me! I once was lost, but now am found, Was blind, but now I see.
2. 'Twas grace that taught my heart to fear, And grace my fears reliev'd; How precious did that grace appear, The hour I first believ'd!
3. Thro' many dangers, toils and snares, I have already come; 'Tis grace has brought me safe thus far, And grace will lead me home.
4. The Lord has promis'd good to me, His word my hope secures; He will my shield and portion be, As long as life endures.
5. Yes, when this flesh and heart shall fail, And mortal life shall cease; I shall possess, within the veil, A life of joy and peace.
6. The earth shall soon dissolve like snow, The sun forbear to shine; But God, who call'd me here below, Will be forever mine.
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Amen, amen (Spiritual)

Chorus: Amen, amen Amen, amen, amen. See the little baby Amen Lying in the manager Amen On Christmas morning, Amen, amen, amen. Chorus:
2. See Him in the temple Amen Talking to the elders. Amen How they all marvelled. Amen, amen, amen. Chorus:
3. See Him at the seashore Amen Preaching to the people; Amen Healing all the sick ones. Amen, amen, amen. Chorus:
4. See Him in the garden Amen Prayin' to the Father Amen In deepest sorrow! Amen, amen, amen. Chorus:
5. See Him on the cross Amen Bearing all my sins Amen In bitter agony. Amen, amen, amen. Chorus:
6. Yes He died to save us Amen And He rose on Easter. Amen Now He lives forever! Amen, amen, amen. Chorus:
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Blowin’ in the wind Bob Dylan

How many roads must a man walk down Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail Before she sleeps in the sand? How many times must the cannon balls fly Before they're forever banned? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many times must a man look up Before he can see the sky? Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have Before he can hear people cry? Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows That too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
How many years can a mountain exist Before it's washed to the sea? Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist Before they're allowed to be free? Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head, Pretending he just doesn't see? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, The answer is blowin' in the wind.
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Clementine Percy Montrose, 1884

In a cavern, in a canyon, Excavating for a mine, Dwelt a miner, forty-niner, And his daughter Clementine. Chorus: Oh my darling, oh my darling, Oh my darling Clementine You are lost and gone forever, Dreadful sorry, Clementine.
2. Light she was, and like a fairy, And her shoes were number nine, Herring boxes without topses, Sandals were for Clementine. Chorus:
3. Walking lightly as a fairy, Though her shoes were number nine, Sometimes tripping, lightly skipping, Lovely girl, my Clementine. Chorus:
4. Drove she ducklings to the water Ev'ry morning just at nine, Hit her foot against a splinter, Fell into the foaming brine. Chorus:
5. Ruby lips above the water, Blowing bubbles soft and fine, But alas, I was no swimmer, Neither was my Clementine. Chorus:
6. In a churchyard near the canyon, Where the myrtle doth entwine, There grow rosies and some posies, Fertilized by Clementine. Chorus:
7. Then, the miner, forty-niner, Soon began to fret and pine, Thought he oughter join his daughter, So he's now with Clementine. Chorus:
8. I'm so lonely, lost without her, Wish I'd had a fishing line, Which I might have cast about her, Might have saved my Clementine. Chorus:
9. In my dreams she still doth haunt me, Robed in garments soaked with brine, Then she rises from the waters, And I kiss my Clementine. Chorus:
10. Listen fellers, heed the warning Of this tragic tale of mine, Artificial respiration Could have saved my Clementine. Chorus:
11. How I missed her, how I missed her, How I missed my Clementine, Til I kissed her little sister, And forgot my Clementine. Chorus:
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Englische Nationalhymne first publicly performed in London, 1745

God save our gracious Queen, Long live our noble Queen, God save the Queen! Send her victorious, Happy and glorious, Long to reign over us; God save the Queen! (nur 1. Strophe)
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La Marseillaise (Französische Nationalhymne) (Marschlied der Truppen von Marseilles beim Einmarsch in Paris am 30. Juli 1792. Nationalhymne seit 1958)

Allons enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arrivé ! Contre nous de la tyrannie ! L'étendard sanglant est levé (bis) Entendez-vous dans nos campagnes Mugir ces féroces soldats ? Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras. Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes ! Aux armes citoyens, Formez vos bataillons Marchons, marchons Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons. (nur 1. Strophe)
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For he’s a jolly good Fellow

For he’s a jolly good fellow, For he’s a jolly good fellow, For he’s a jolly good fellow... And so say all of us, And so say all of us, And so say all of us. For he’s a jolly good fellow... And so say all of us.
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I’m going to leave (Traditional)

I’m goin’ to leave old Texas now, they’re no more use for the long horn cow.
2. They’ve ploughed and fenced my cattle range, and people there are all so strange.
3. I’ll take my horse, I’ll take rope, and hit the trail upon a lope.
4. Say adios to the Alamo, and turn my head toward Mexiko.
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Kumbaya (Negro gospel song)

Kum ba yah, my Lord, Kum ba yah!

Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!
2. Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me crying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!
3. Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me singing, Lord, Kum ba yah! Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!
4. Hear me praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Hear me praying, Lord, Kum ba yah! Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!
5. Oh I need you, Lord, Kum ba yah! Oh I need you, Lord, Kum ba yah! Oh I need you, Lord, Kum ba yah! Oh Lord! Kum ba yah!
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Morning has broken Cat Stevens

Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from the word.
2. Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven Like the first dewfall, on the first grass Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.
3. Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning Born of the one light, Eden saw play Praise with elation, praise every morning God's recreation of the new day.
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Oh, Susanna Stephen Foster, 1848

I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee I'm going to Louisiana, my true love for to see It rained all night the day I left The weather it was dry The sun so hot, I froze to death Susanna, don't you cry
Chorus: Oh, Susanna, Oh don't you cry for me For I come from Alabama With my banjo on my knee
2. I had a dream the other night when everything was still I thought I saw Susanna a-coming down the hill The buckwheat cake was in her mouth The tear was in her eye Says I, I'm coming from the south Susanna, don't you cry
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Oh, when the saints, go marchin' in (Negro gospel song)

Oh, when the saints, go marchin' in, Oh when the saints go marching in, Oh Lord, I want to be in that number, When the saints go marching in.
2. Oh when the sun, refuse to shine, Oh when the sun refuse to shine, Oh Lord, I want to be in that number, When the sun refuse to shine.
3. Oh when they crown, Him Lord of all, Oh when they crown Him Lord of all, Oh Lord, I want to be in that number, When they crown Him Lord of all.
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Old Black Joe Stephen Foster, 1860

Gone are the days when my heart was young and gay, Gone are my friends from the cotton fields away, Gone from the earth to a better land I know, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe". Chorus: I'm coming, I'm coming, For my head is bending low, I hear their gentle voices Calling "Old Black Joe".
2. Why do I weep, when my heart should feel no pain, Why do I sigh that my friends come not again. Grieving for forms now departed long ago. I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe" Chorus:
3. Where are the hearts once so happy and so free? The children so dear that I held upon my knee Gone to the shore where my soul has longed to go, I hear their gentle voices calling "Old Black Joe" Chorus:
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Sur le pont d'Avignon (franz. Kinderlied)

Sur le pont d'Avignon, L'on y danse, l'on y danse, Sur le pont d'Avignon L'on y danse tout en rond. Les beaux messieurs font comme ça Et puis encore comme ça. Sur le pont d'Avignon L'on y danse tout en rond.
2. Sur le pont d'Avignon, L'on y danse, l'on y danse, Sur le pont d'Avignon L'on y danse tout en rond. Les belles dames font comme ça Et puis encore comme ça. Sur le pont d'Avignon, L'on y danse, l'on y danse, Sur le pont d'Avignon L'on y danse tout en rond.
3. Les officiers font comme ça
4. Les bébés font comme ça
5. Les bons amis font comme ça
6. Les musiciens font comme ça
7. Et les abbés font comme ça
8. Et les gamins font comme ça
9. Les Laveuses font comme ça
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Swing low, sweet chariot (Negro gospel song)

|: Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home! :| I looked over Jordan and what did I see, Comin' for to carry me home! A band of angels comin' after me, Comin' for to carry me home!
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