Die heil'ge deutsche Kunst
Die heil’ge deutsche Kunst
Die heil’ge deutsche Kunst
Die heil’ge deutsche Kunst
Die heil’ge deutsche Kunst
The shop that Hans Sachs cobbled in
Was in a German square,
And anyone that hobbled in
Would hear him singing there.
A kindly, wise and loving soul,
Much sought for his advice.
He advocated self-control.
And always thinking twice.
And thus, there wasn’t gossip, though
He always seemed to save a
Chair besides the fire’s glow
For Pogner’s daughter Eva.
Hans Sans, he ran a singing club
Which youngsters could enroll in,
And gain instruction not to flub
At Abgesang and Stollen.
He judged their songs with Lutheran zeal,
And hammered out the measure.
He taught them that they should appeal
To higher goals than pleasure.
Their songs re-echoed, strength on strength,
Off Nuremberg’s church towers,
And sensibly they shunned the length
Of Wagner’s weary hours.
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