Erlkönig

Who rides by the night in the wind so wild? It is the father, with his child. The boy is safe in his father’s arm. He holds him tight, he keeps him warm. My son, what is it, why cover your face? Father, you see him, there in that place, The elfin king with his cloak and crown? It is only the mist rising up, my son. “Dear little child, will you come with me? Beautiful games I’ll play with thee; Bright are the flowers we’ll find on the shore, My mother has golden robes fullscore.” Der Erlkönig (English Translation) Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Model: Martin Bermoser www.martinbermoser.com Location: Prater, Vienna Date: Mai 2022 © Theresia Kaufmann