Cradle song (Carl Maria von Weber)
- Editor: Marco Gallo (submitted 2005-01-31). Score information: A4, 1 page, 20 kB Copyright: Personal
- Edition notes:
Title: Cradle Song
Composer: Carl Maria von Weber
Original text and translations
Sleep, my heart's darling, in slumber repose;
Let the fair lids o'er those blue eyes now close;
All is as peaceful and still as the tomb,
Nor shall the gnats wake thee with their low hum.
Now, dearest baby, is morn's golden time;
Not thus thou'lt slumber in life's later prime;
Sorrow and care then will watch by the bed,
Ne'er more sweet peace will there pillow thy head.
Angels from heaven, as lovely as thou,
Watch o'er thy cradle and smile on thee now;
Angels will tend thee in life's later years;
Then they will come to dry manhood's sad tears.
Sleep, my heart's darling, straight cometh the night;
Mother doth watch by thy bed with delight;
Tho' it be early, or late it may be,
Mother's love slumbers not, watching o'er thee.