Gustav Mahler's Symphony no. 4 The Heavenly Life We enjoy the pleasure of heaven And therefore avoid the earthly. No worldly strife Does one hear in heaven; Everything lives in sweetest peace! We lead an angelic life, yet are as merry as can be. we dance and jump, We skip and sing, While St.Peter in heaven looks on. St. John released the littel lamb; Heord, the butcher, watches over him. We lead a meek, Innocent, patient, Dear little lamb to death. St. Luke slaughters the oxen Without any thoughts or cares The wine costs not a cent In the cellar of heaven, And the angels bake the bread. Good vegetables of all sorts Grow in the garden of heaven. Good beans, asparagus And whatever we want. Whole platefuls are prepared for us! Good apples, good pears and good grapes! The gardeners allow everything. Want roebucks, want hares? In the open streets They are running by! Should a feat day be approaching, The fish come swarming in with joy. There, St.Peter is running already With his net and bait Into the heavenly pond. St. Martha must be the cook. On earth there is no music To be compared with ours; Eleven thousand maidens Are incited to dance, and St.Ursula laughs at the scene. Cecilia and all her relatives Are the excellent court musicians. The angelic voices Lift up the spirits So that everything awakens in joy. -------------------------------------------------------------------- I just wanted to share this beautiful song with my friends. Song-ho, lamb or Herod?