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Mother! oh, sing me to rest

Language: English

Mother! oh, sing me to rest 
As in my bright days departed: 
Sing to thy child, the sick-hearted, 
Songs for a spirit oppress'd ...

Lay this tired head on thy breast ! 
Flowers from the night-dew are closing. 
Pilgrims and mourners reposing 
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest!

Take back thy bird to its net ! 
Weary is young life when blighted, 
Heavy this love unrequited!
Mother, oh ! sing me to rest!


Translation(s): GER RUS

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Submitted by Emily Ezust [Administrator]

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)

    [ None yet in the database ]

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Text added to the website: 2008-11-21T00:00:00.
Last modified: 2014-06-16T10:01:58
Line count: 12
Word count: 74

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Mutter, o sing mich zur Ruh!

Language: German (Deutsch) after the English

 Mutter, o sing mich zur Ruh
 Wie noch in schöneren Stunden,
 Sing meinem Herzen, dem wunden,
 Tröstende Lieder sing du!

 Drücke die Augen mir zu!
 Blumen die Häupter jetzt neigen;
 Trauernde rasten und schweigen,
 Mutter, o sing mich zur Ruh!

 Bette dein Vögelchen du!
 Stürme, ach! haben's entfiedert;
 Liebe, sie drückt unerwiedert;
 Mutter, o sing mich zur Ruh!


Submitted by Alberto Pedrotti

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Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Text added to the website: 2003-11-08T00:00:00.
Last modified: 2014-06-16T10:01:58
Line count: 12
Word count: 59