Lullaby
Language: English
The moon burns soft behind the hill; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. I hear the plaintive whippoorwill; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. Its throat is mellow with a lay I never heard before today. I wonder what grieves its heart away. The night winds rustle on the hill; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. The stars are shining for the morn; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. The night another morn has born; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. The stars gleam on another grave, The dews another tombstone lave. Where larkspur bloomed but yesterday The night hangs pressing on the morn; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. The winds have sobbed the stars to rest; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. The whippoorwill sleeps within its nest; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep. Two little teeth begin to show. Two little eyes give back the glow That beamed on me one year ago. Baby's sobs would break her rest; Sleep, little rosebud, sleep.
Confirmed with The Democrat, 17 May 1894.
Authorship:
- by Alfred Bryant , "Lullaby" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Jane Bingham Abbott (1851 - 1934), "Lullaby" [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Johann Winkler
This text was added to the website: 2020-04-07
Line count: 27
Word count: 150