Songs
The brook sings a lullaby
by Franz Schubert From The Fair Maid of the Mill (1823) D795 (Op. 25)
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The brook sings a lullaby
English source:
Jeremy Sams
Good night, good night
Sleep deep, sleep tight
Good night, good night
Sleep deep, sleep tight
You are exhausted so lie down in me
True love is here
True love lives in me
True love, true faith they all live in me
Why not close your eyes
As you float out to sea
Simply close your eyes
And float to sea
I will make you a bed
To soothe your head
I will make you a bed
To soothe your head
Come let me hold you so close to my breast
Below, below it’s soft and slow
My gentle currents come and go
And they will caress you
Until you rest
Yes, they will caress you
Until you rest
Hunting horns may play
but so far away
you can hear them play
but way away
And their troubling sound
Is so easily drowned
And little blue flowers want to whisper and peep
Yes, they will want to whisper and peep
But I won't allow them
To trouble your sleep
No, I won't allow them
To trouble your sleep
Lovely maid of the mill
Are you loitering still?
Lovely maid of the mill
Are you loitering still?
Off you go, disappear
you're not wanted here
But that shawl you are wearing
Throw it to me
Yes, the shawl you are wearing
Throw it to me
Let’s cover his eyes
So he won’t have to see
So yours is the face
That he won’t have to see
Goodnight until you wake again
Goodnight until you wake again
But meanwhile farewell to joy, and pain
The mist will clear, the moon will rise
The mist will clear, the moon will rise
The stars are so high and so wide the skies
The stars are so high and so wide the skies.
Sleep deep, sleep tight
Good night, good night
Sleep deep, sleep tight
You are exhausted so lie down in me
True love is here
True love lives in me
True love, true faith they all live in me
Why not close your eyes
As you float out to sea
Simply close your eyes
And float to sea
I will make you a bed
To soothe your head
I will make you a bed
To soothe your head
Come let me hold you so close to my breast
Below, below it’s soft and slow
My gentle currents come and go
And they will caress you
Until you rest
Yes, they will caress you
Until you rest
Hunting horns may play
but so far away
you can hear them play
but way away
And their troubling sound
Is so easily drowned
And little blue flowers want to whisper and peep
Yes, they will want to whisper and peep
But I won't allow them
To trouble your sleep
No, I won't allow them
To trouble your sleep
Lovely maid of the mill
Are you loitering still?
Lovely maid of the mill
Are you loitering still?
Off you go, disappear
you're not wanted here
But that shawl you are wearing
Throw it to me
Yes, the shawl you are wearing
Throw it to me
Let’s cover his eyes
So he won’t have to see
So yours is the face
That he won’t have to see
Goodnight until you wake again
Goodnight until you wake again
But meanwhile farewell to joy, and pain
The mist will clear, the moon will rise
The mist will clear, the moon will rise
The stars are so high and so wide the skies
The stars are so high and so wide the skies.
Composer
Franz Schubert
Franz Peter Schubert was an late Classical and early Romantic composer. He produced a vast oeuvre during his short life, composing more the 600 vocal works (largely Lieder), and well as several symphonies, operas, and a large body of piano music. He…