by Albert Hay Malotte (1895 - 1964)
Among the living
Language: English
Sleep, my little one, try to sleep. Though noise of war keep us awake And tortured minds are ready to break - Sleep, my little one, try to sleep. Hush, my little one, do not cry. Though birds of death are in the sky And men below will suffer and die - Hush my little one, do not cry. When will it end? O that I knew! What will become of babies like you?
Authorship:
- by Albert Hay Malotte (1895 - 1964) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Albert Hay Malotte (1895 - 1964), "Among the living", published 1939 [ voice and piano ], New York: G. Schirmer [sung text checked 1 time]
Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-09-23
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