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Slumber my darling (Stephen Collins Foster)

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Editor: Stan Sanderson (submitted 2004-01-01).   Score information: A4, 2 pages, 52 kbytes   Copyright: Public Domain
Edition notes: Source: Foster's Melodies: New York: Horace Waters, No. 481 Broadway - Music ID Number: Mutopia-2003/12/11-370

General Information

Title: Slumber My Darling
Composer: Stephen Collins Foster
Lyricist: Stephen Collins Foster

Number of voices: 1v   Voicing: Solo high
Genre: Secular, Partsong

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

Published: 1862

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Original text and translations

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Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,
Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear,
Sunlight has pass’d and the twilight has gone,
Slumber, my darling, the night’s coming on.


Sweet visions attend thy sleep,
Fondest, dearest to me,
While others their revels keep,
I will watch over thee.


Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow’rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I’ll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.


Slumber, my darling, till morn’s blushing ray
Brings to the world the glad tidings of day;
Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight–
Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight,


Thy pillow shall sacred be
From all outward alarms;
Thou, thou are the world to me
In thine innocent charms.


Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow’rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I’ll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.
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