Twelve Songs

by Carrie Jacobs-Bond (1861 - 1946)

1. When I bid the world good night

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I hope there will be a sunset golden
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2. Time makes all but love the past

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The birds don't sing as sweetly as they did when I was young
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3. Linger not

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Linger not
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4. Until God's day

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A little while to walk with you my own
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5. Love's sacred trust

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If you would smile on me, oh love divine
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6. Over hills and fields of daisies

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Over hills and fields of daisies
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7. When I am dead, my dearest  [sung text not yet checked]

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When I am dead, my dearest,
  Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
  Nor shady cypress tree:
Be the green grass above me
  With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
  And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
  I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
  Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
  That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
  And haply may forget.

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Available translations, adaptations or excerpts, and transliterations (if applicable):

  • GER German (Deutsch) (Bertram Kottmann) , "Nach meinem Tode, Liebster", copyright © 2005, (re)printed on this website with kind permission
  • ITA Italian (Italiano) (Ferdinando Albeggiani) , "Canzone", copyright © 2012, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Researcher for this page: Ted Perry

8. The dear Auf Wiedersehn

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Say not 'good-bye' the sounds have all regret
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9. A bad dream

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Up the morning glory vine the dreams are flocking
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10. I was dreaming ‑ may‑be

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Perchance my thoughts were wide awake
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11. The bird song  [sung text not yet checked]

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My baby is so tired tonight, 
She does not like the candle light, 
The little head will soon be pressed, 
Against her mama's loving breast, 
And mama's song will sound the best. 

Refain
So bylo, bylo, 
little baby sleep, 
So bylo, bylo, 
God his watch will keep, 
Oh baby mine, 
how fondly I love you, 
Oh baby mine, 
a mother's love is true. 

The little birds have gone to rest, 
The mama bird sits by the nest, 
The little stars begin to shine, 
To light the sky for sleepy-time, 
And make it bright sweet child of mine. 

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If I shield you from all care, 
And keep your face forever fair, 
As now I see it while you sleep, 
These eyes of mine no more would keep, 
This heart of mine its peace would keep.

Refain

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12. Mother's three ages of man

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Oh! time has taken my baby away
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Total word count: 223