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The most effective lullabies do not come from a recording; they are sung or
hummed by a parent to the child.
The parent's voice quality is unimportant. Rather, it is the closeness of a
child held next to the parent,
hearing the voice of the most important person in that child's world, caring
enough about his/her wellbeing to croon a soothing calm.
The words to the lullabies on Sweet Dreams are here for your use.
Please understand that many of them are traditional tunes, passed on in the oral
tradition,
and may be different than versions you find printed elsewhere. Make up your own
words, if you wish!
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SKIDAMARINK
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink, skidamarink a-doo, I love you.
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink, skidamarink a-doo, I love you.
I love you in the morning and in the afternoon,
I
love you in the evening and underneath the moon, oh,
Skidamarink a-dink a-dink, skidamarink a-doo, I love you.
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LAVENDER’S BLUE
Lavender’s blue, dilly dilly, lavender’s green,
When
I am king, dilly dilly, you’ll be my queen.
Who
told you so, dilly dilly, who told you so?
‘Twas
my own heart, dilly dilly, that told me so!
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FOR JOSHUA (no lyrics; tune written for a
grandchild)
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SETH, CHILD OF JOY (no lyrics; tune written for a
grandchild)
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MY LITTLE WELSH HOME (lyrics unknown)
SUO GAN
Sleep, my baby, on my bosom, warm and cozy will it prove;
Round thee mother’s arms are folding, in her heart a mother’s love.
There shall no one come to harm thee, naught shall ever break thy rest.
Sleep, my darling babe in quiet, sleep on mother’s gentle breast.
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FAIS DODO
Fais
dodo, Colas, mon p’tit frère Go to sleep, Colas, my
little brother
Fais
dodo, t’auras du lolo Go to sleep and you
will have some milk
Maman
es en haut qui fait du gateau Mama is upstairs making a cake
Papa
est en bas qui fait du chocolat Papa is downstairs making
chocolate
Fais
dodo, Colas, mon p’tit frère
Go to sleep, Colas, my little brother
Fais
dodo, t’auras du lolo
Go to sleep and you will have some milk
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DRINK TO ME ONLY (words by Ben Johnson, 1616)
Drink
to me only with thine eyes, and I will pledge with mine.
Or
leave a kiss within the cup, and I’ll not ask for wine.
The
thirst that from the soul doth rise, doth ask a drink divine;
But
might I of Jove’s nectar sip, I would not change for thine.
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SCHLAF, KINDLEIN, SCHLAF
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf
Sleep, baby, sleep,
Der
Vater hüt’t die Schaf Thy father tends the
sheep.
Die
Mutter schüttelt’s Bäumelein, Thy mother shakes the branches
small,
Da
fällt herab ein Träumelein.
Lovely dreams in showers fall.
Schlaf, Kindlein, schlaf!
Sleep, baby, sleep,
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TOORA LOORA LOORA
Toora
loora loora, toora loora lie,
Toora
loora loora, hush now, don’t you cry.
Toora
loora loora, toora loora lie,
Toora
loora loora, that’s an Irish lullaby!
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HOME ON THE RANGE (lyrics by John Lomax, 1910)
Oh
give me a home where the buffalo roam, where the deer and the antelope
play.
Where
seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all
day.
Home,
home on the range, where the deer and the antelope play,
Where
seldom is heard a discouraging word, and the skies are not cloudy all
day.
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ELEGY
FOR ARYN (no lyrics; tune written for a grandchild who
died before birth)
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LONG, LONG AGO
Tell
me the tales that to me were so dear
Long,
long ago, long, long ago.
Sing
me the songs I delight in to hear
Long,
long ago, long ago
Now
you are come all my fears are removed
Let
me forget for how long you have roved.
Let
me believe that you love as you loved
Long,
long ago, long ago.
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ALL THE PRETTY LITTLE HORSES
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to
sleepy little baby.
When
you wake, you shall have cake,
And
all the pretty little horses.
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys,
Go to
sleepy little baby,
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to
sleepy little baby.
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HUSH LITTLE BABY
Hush,
little baby, don’t say a word
Mama’s gonna buy you a mockingbird.
And
if that mockingbird don’t sing,
Mama’s gonna buy you a diamond ring.
If
that diamond ring turns brass,
Mama’s gonna buy you a looking glass.
If
that looking glass gets broke,
Mama’s gonna buy you a billy goat.
If
that billy goat won’t pull,
Mama’s gonna buy you a cart and bull.
If
that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s gonna buy you a dog named Rover.
If
that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Mama’s gonna buy you a horse and cart.
If
that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweetest little baby in town.
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A BLESSING FOR ISAAC (no lyrics; song written for
a grandchild)
BEAUTIFUL DREAMER
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lulled by the moonlight have all passed away.
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List
while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone
are the cares of life’s bus throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
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ROCKABYE BABY
Rockabye baby, in the treetop
When
the wind blows, the cradle will rock
When
the bough breaks, the cradle will fall
And
down will come baby, cradle and all.
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I SEE THE MOON
I see
the moon and the moon sees me
And
the moon sees somebody I’d like to see.
God
bless the moon and God bless me,
And
God bless the somebody I’d like to see.
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NEN, NEN, KORORIYO
Nen
nen kororiyo okororiyo Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep
Boyawa yoikoda nenneshina Be good, baby, now go to sleep
Boyano amoriwa dokoeitta Do you know where your nurse
has gone?
Anoyama koete satoeitta Gone to her village across the
mountain far away.
Neyano omiyage nani morata What will she bring baby from yonder town?
Denden taikoni sho no fue
A lovely flute and a thunder-sounding drum.
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SAKURA
Sakura, sakura Cherry blossoms, cherry
blossoms,
No-yama
mo sato mo On Meadow-hills and mountains
Mi-watasu
kagiri As far as you can see.
Kasumi ka kumo ka Is it a mist, or
clouds?
Asahi
ni niou Fragrant in the morning
sun.
Sakura, sakura
Cherry blossoms, cherry blossoms,
Hana-zakari
Flowers in full bloom.
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DREMA (no known lyrics)
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CHRIST CHILD LULLABY
My love, my pride, my treasure oh
My wonder new and pleasure oh
My son, my beauty, ever You
Who am I to bear You here?
The cause of talk and tale am I
The cause of greatest fame am I
The cause of proudest care on high
To have for mine, the King of all
And though You are the King of all
They sent You to the manger stall
Where at Your feet they all shall fall
And glorify my child, the King |
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