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Sachte will's dämmern, Mit seinen Lämmern Zieht schon der Mond an dem Himmel die Bahn; Müde vom Singen Vögelein schwingen Sich zu dem traulichen Neste hinan. Draußen den zarten Blümlein im Garten Fallen die schimmernden Äugelein zu. Horch, und die Glocken, Wie sie dich locken: Schlafe, mein rosiges Kindlein, auch du! Hörst du das Englein? Fächelt die Wänglein Dir mit den Flügeln leise zur Nacht; Hebt dich vom Pfühle, Trägt in der Kühle Dich in die himmlischen Gärten voll Pracht. Morgens dann wieder Fliegt's mit dir nieder, Legt dich behutsam in's Bettchen zurück, Daß beim Erwachen, Froh noch dir lachen, Kindlein, die Augen vor seligem Glück.
Confirmed with Liederbuch von Friedrich Oser. 1842-1874. Mit einem biographischen Verzeichnis der Componisten, Basel, Benno Schwabe, Verlagsbuchhandlung, 1875, pages 234-235.
Note: in many older editions, the spelling of the word "Äuglein" becomes "Aeuglein", but as can be seen in how "über" becomes "Ueber" when capitalized, this is due to the printing process and not to rules of orthography, so we use "Äuglein".
Text Authorship:
- by Friedrich Heinrich Oser (1820 - 1891), "Wiegenlied", appears in Liederbuch, in 3. Hauslieder, no. 263 [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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Twilight comes gently; With his lambs, the moon Is already traversing his path upon the heavens; Wearied from singing, The birdlets lift their wings Toward their homey nests. Outdoors the shimmering Eyes of the delicate Little flowers in the garden fall shut. Hark, and the bells, How they entice you: Sleep, my rosy little child, you sleep too! Do you hear the little angel? With its wings it Quietly fans your cheeks by night; Lifts you from your pillow, Carrying you in the coolness Into the heavenly gardens full of splendour. In the morning it again Flies down with you, Placing you carefully back into your little bed, So that when you wake Your eyes, little child, Are still smiling in blessed happiness.
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- a text in German (Deutsch) by Friedrich Heinrich Oser (1820 - 1891), "Wiegenlied", appears in Liederbuch, in 3. Hauslieder, no. 263
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This text was added to the website: 2026-06-09
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