Lullabies
H-I
Hello,
lovely moon
Hush-a-ba,
birdie
Hushabye,
my bear cubs
Hush
a bye, my little crumb
Hushaby!
Rockaby!
Hush,
hush little baby
Hush
little baby
Hush
little baby (2)
Hush,
little rooster
Hush
now my darling
I gave
my love a cherry / The riddle song
I
have a little sailboat
I see
the moon
If I
were an elfin
I'll
sing to your baby / Zolst azoy lebn
I'm a
bird. I sing my song
I’ve
found my bonny babe a nest
Last updated: 5/28/2022
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A nighttime journey and lullaby. It
is always a delightful surprise when the clouds are few in the sky to see the
moon in all its glory. Naturally the wonderment of a full moon or a perfect
crescent moon is most welcome. There are songs in many cultures that think of
the crescent moon as a little boat sailing across the sky, a lovely image for
a young child to imagine. Words and music by Dany Rosevear. |
Hello, lovely moon,
In the dark, dark sky,
Tell me why you’re sailing
Way up there so high.
Are you waiting for me
To fall asleep tonight,
To take me off to dreamland
Until the morning light?
Will you take me with you,
And rock me as I sleep,
Sing the softest lullabies,
As stars around me peep?
Take me off to Hindustan
And places far away,
Then bring me safely home once
more
To greet the coming day.
Hush-a-ba,
birdie 🔊 A Scottish lullaby; I found it in
‘The ditty bag’ compiled by Janet E. Tobitt, published 1946. ‘Braw’ is fine,
‘kye’ a herd of cows, ‘bairnie’ baby, ‘maun’ must. |
Hush-a-ba,
birdie, croon, croon,
Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon;
The sheep are gone to the silver wood,
And the cows are gone to the broom, broom,
And the cows are gone to the broom, broom.
Braw it is milking the kye, kye, kye,
Braw it is milking the kye;
The birds are singing, the bells are ringing,
And the wild deer come galloping by, by, by,
And the wild deer come galloping by.
Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon, croon,
Hush-a-ba, birdie, croon;
The goats are gone to the mountain high,
And they'll not be home till noon, noon, noon,
And they'll not be home till noon.
Braw it is herding the kye, kye, kye,
Braw it is herding the kye;
The lambs are skipping, the sun is dipping,
And bairnie maun hush-a-ba, by, by, by,
And bairnie maun hush-a-ba, by.
Hushabye,
my bear cubs 🔊 A Latvian cradle song. I have
translated the words to correspond with the music and to include the lovely
‘zzu zzu ‘sounds. Find it sung in Latvian at: https://www.youtube.com/watch?time_continue=136&v=CkiPIeGMkCc
|
Hushabye,
hushabye, my bear cubs sleep, sleep.
With your little brown bear feet, hush, hush, hush,
With your little brown bear feet, zzu, zzu, zzu.
Father went to gather honey, hush, hush, hushabye,
Mother went to gather berries, hush, hush, hush,
Mother went to gather berries, zzu, zzu, zzu.
Father’s brought a pot of honey, hush, hush, hushabye,
Mother’s filled a berry basket, hush, hush, hush,
Mother’s filled a berry basket, zzu, zzu, zzu.
It's all for my baby, hush, hush, hushabye,
For a calm and peaceful sleep, hush,hush, hush,
For a calm and peaceful sleep, zzu, zzu, zzu.
Aijā, žūžū, lāča bērni, aijā, žūūžū,
Pekainām'i kājiņām'i, žū, žū, žū,
Pekainām'i kājiņām'i, žū žū žū.
Tēvs aizgāja medu vākt'i, aijā žūūžū,
Māte ogas palasīt'i, žū, žū, žū,
Māte ogas palasīt'i, žū, žū, žū.
Tēvs pārnesa medus podu, aijā, žūūžū,
Māte ogu vācelīti, žū, žū, žū,
Māte ogu vācelīti, žū, žū, žū.
Tas mazam'i bērniņam'i, aijā, žūūžū,
Par mierīgu gulēšanu,
žū, žū, žū,
Par mierīgu gulēšanu,
žū, žū, žū.
Hush a
bye, my little crumb 🔊 A Cornish lullaby. It can be found
on the Jackie
Oates album of lullabies where she sings it so beautifully! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-K337urH_v4.
It was first recorded by Cyril Tawney on his album ‘Songs of Devon and
Cornwall’. |
Hush a bye, my little crumb,
The sheep are far from home,
The cows are to the far, far field
And won’t be home ‘til noon.
Hushaby!
Rockaby! 🔊 From ‘Rhymes for little hands’ by
Maud Burnham published in 1906. Music and actions by Dany Rosevear. 1. Rock arms gently for each Hushaby! Rockaby! 2. Put fingers to lips. 3.
Hands creep. 4. Hold arms close to body. 5. Put both hands to side of cheek. |
Babies are sleeping.
Hushaby! Rockaby!
Sandman is creeping.
Hushaby! Rockaby!
Tucked in bed tight.
Hushaby! Rockaby!
Good night! Good night!
Hush, hush little baby / Evening 🔊 These lovely
words come from ‘A book of 1,000 poems’ and are not accredited to anyone.
Dany Rosevear adapted a traditional tune to write the music to accompany the
poem. |
Hush, hush, little baby, The sun's in the west; The lamb in the meadow Has lain down to rest. The bough rocks the bird now, The flower rocks the bee, The wave rocks the lily, The wind rocks the tree; And I rock the baby, So softly to sleep… It must not awaken Till daisy-buds peep. |
Hush little baby O A lullaby from the U.S.A - mockingbirds live in this part of the New
World. Find out more at: http://10000birds.com/mockingbirds.htm
|
Hush, little baby (2) 🔊 These lovely
lullaby lyrics (from a book of the same name by Sylvia Long) is based on the
traditional song. Its appeal is the drawing attention to the familiar in a
child’s day and bedtime routine rather than commercial aspects. |
Hush little baby, don’t
say a word, Mama’s going to show you a
hummingbird. And if that hummingbird
should fly, Mama’s going to show you
the evening sky. When the night time
shadows fall, Mama’s going to hear the
crickets call. While their song drifts
from afar, Mama’s going to search for
a shooting star. When that star has dropped
from view Mamas’ going to read a
book with you. When that story has been
read, Mama’s going to bring your
warm bedspread. If that quilt begins to wear, Mama’s going to find your
teddy bear . If that teddy bear won’t
hug, Mama’s going to catch you
a lightning bug. If that lightning bug
won’t glow, Mama’s going to play on
her old banjo. If that banjo’s out of
tune, Mama’s going to show you
the harvest moon. As that moon drifts
through the sky, Mama’s going to sing you a
lullaby |
Hush, little rooster 🔊 A lovely song
to sing before settling down to a bedtime or any other storytime book. The words were
probably originally were sung as a young child’s prayer ending with ‘We are
talking to God right now’. |
Hush, little rooster with
your cock-a-doodle-doo, Hush, little kitten with
your mew, mew, mew, Hush, little puppy with
your bow, wow, wow, Please don’t moo, moo,
Mrs. Cow. Hush! Hush! Hush! Time to listen to a story
now. Hush, little pig with your
oink, oink, oink, Hush, little lamb with
your baa, baa, baa, Hush, mother chicken with
your cluck, cluck, cluck, Please don't quack, quack,
Mrs. Duck. Hush! Hush! Hush! Time to go to sleep right
now. |
Hush
now my darling 🔊 A lullaby sung by the Ojibwe people of Wisconsin.
The words are by Norma Tovey and can be found in ‘Merrily Merrily’ published
by the Australian Breastfeeding Association in 1979. |
Hush now my darling,
Hush little child,
Bears are a-roaming
Out there in the wild,
But you are safe here,
Mother is very near.
I gave my love a cherry 🔊 ‘The riddle
song’, a folk song from Kentucky which was very popular in the 1960s. Such traditional
riddle songs involve a knight who offers marriage to his lady love if she is
able to answer the three questions correctly. End piece and
arrangement by Dany Rosevear. |
I gave
my love a cherry that had no stone, I gave my love a chicken that had no bone. I told my love a story that had no end. I gave my love a baby with no cryin' How can there be a cherry that has no stone? How can there be a chicken that has no bone? How can there be a story that has no end? How can there be a baby with no cryin'? A cherry when it's blooming, it has no stone. A chicken when it's cheepin’, it has no bone. The story of “I love you”, it has no end. A baby when it's sleeping, has no cryin'. Hush, my little one, Hush, my little one, Don't you cry. |
I have a little sailboat 🔊 The origins of
this song are somewhat obscure though several people remember hearing this
lullaby when they were children: http://amiralace.blogspot.co.uk/2007/01/i-have-little-sailboat.html Adapted and
arranged by Dany Rosevear. |
I have a little sailboat and I'm
going to sea; I'll follow all the seagulls
'till there's no one there but me. I'll sail into the sun 'till I
run out of blue, Then I'll turn my sailboat and
I'll come home to you. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby,
lullaby. I'm going to be a sailor, the
whole world I'll explore; Somewhere there is an island
that was never found before. And when I reach my island so
shiny and new, I'll breathe upon my sailboat
and I'll sail home to you. Lullaby, lullaby, lullaby,
lullaby. |
I see the moon O A lullaby by Meredith Willson that we once sung as children. It was released in 1953. There is also a nursery rhyme that has the same title that appears in English as early as 1784 in a work entitled Gammer Gurton's Garland, ‘I see the moon, and the moon sees me, God bless the moon, and God bless me!’ Find out more at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_See_the_Moon . |
I see the moon and the moon sees
me, Down through the leaves of the
old oak tree, Please let the light that shines
on me, Shine on the one I love. Over the mountain, over the sea, Back where my heart is longing
to be, Please let the light that shines
on me, Shine on the one I love. I hear the lark, the lark hears
me, Singing from the leaves of the
old oak tree, Oh, let the lark that sings to
me, Sing to the one I love, |
If I were an elfin 🔊 This sweet
little song and summer lullaby comes from ‘140 folk songs’ from the Concorde
Series 1921. The words are by Homer H. Harbour to a Bohemian Folk-song. Music arranged
by Dany Rosevear. |
If I were a tiny elfin, Just as high as a fly, I should creep into a flower There to lie. There I’d watch from out my window Bumblebees in the breeze, Buzzing by among the grasses Tall as trees. Safe from giant toad and sparrow I should keep, hidden deep, Till the summer winds would rock me Fast asleep. |
I'll sing to your baby / Zolst
azoy lebn 🔊 This Yiddish lullaby
is an unusual one as it is sung by a baby sitter. English words
by Ruth Rubin. |
I’ll sing to your baby, it won’t
cry,
I’ll wait till you come home by
and by.
Chorus:
Hush little baby don’t you cry,
Your mummy will come home in the
by and by.
Sleep little baby I’ll sing you a
song,
Your mummy will return and she
won’t be long.
Other little kids can romp and
play,
But I must sing to baby all the
day. Chorus
Other little kids eat sugar candy,
Your mother makes me wash your
dirty panties. Chorus
Your mother is a mean one this I
know,
If you don’t go to sleep she will
scold me so. Chorus
I'm a bird. I sing my song 🔊 This gentle
song can be a hand play, action rhyme or lullaby. I have been unable
to find the source of this little rhyme or the original music. Music by Dany
Rosevear. Hand play: Put right hand on left and bob like a
bird. Then open and close thumb and forefinger. Cross hands at wrists and
flap. Put hands to cheek. Cup hands like a nest. Action rhyme: Move gently around the room with arms
outstretched, up and down and around. Slowly subside and curl into nest with
hands to cheek. |
I'm a bird. I sing my song,
And fly, fly, fly, all day long.
And at night, I go to rest,
And sleep, sleep, sleep in my
little nest.
I've found my bonny babe a nest 🔊 A poem by
Alfred Perceval Graves (1846-1931) an Anglo-Irish poet. Music arranged
by Dany Rosevear |
I've found my bonny babe a nest,
On Slumber Tree, I'll rock you there to rosy
rest, Asthore Machree! Oh, lulla lo! sing all the
leaves, On Slumber Tree, Till everything that hurts or
grieves, Afar must flee. I've put my pretty child to
float, Away from me, Within the new moon's silver
boat, On Slumber Sea. And when your starry sail is
o'er From Slumber Sea, My precious one, you'll step to
shore, On Mother's knee. |
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