Hänschen Klein
Kinderlieder
Little Hans
Little Hans went alone
into the wide world.
Stick and hat suit him well,
is in good spirits.
But Mama weeps a lot,
now has no little Hans.
'Wish you luck' her look says,
'just come back soon!'
Seven years, cloudy and clear,
Hans was in a foreign land;
then the child remembers,
hurries home quickly.
But now he's not a little Hans anymore,
no, he's a big Hans,
brown tanned, forehead and hand,
will he be recognized?
One, two, three pass by,
do not know who that might be.
Sister says: 'What a face',
does not recognize the brother.
When the mother comes near,
looks hardly into his eyes,
she already says: 'Hans, my son!
God bless you, my son!'
