by Anonymous / Unidentified Author

Cradle song of the war
Language: English 
Hush! Oh, hush your sobbing, child of my breast;
Midst cruel war our heroes know no rest.
Cold and hunger, dear one, soon shall pass away;
Help will come when night shall turn to day.

Hearts of pity, love, far in the west,
Pray for our safety, giving of their breast.
Hush your sobbing, O my Child; have no fear;
Help is coming soon to save us here:

Hush! My arms are round you, child, and I know
God in heaven sees our anguish here below,
Thro' His mercy ships are speeding over the sea;
Help is coming to you and me. Hush!


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Researcher for this text: Nich Roehler

This text was added to the website: 2012-05-19
Line count: 12
Word count: 103