Lullabies
T
Tell
me why
Tell
me, tell me, tell me why
That’s
an Irish lullaby
The
dream fairy
The
golden day is dying
The
Lady Moon up yonder
The
little sandman
The
little white boat / Half moon
The
moon and the stars
The
moon shines down
The moon’s
song
The
mouse’s lullaby
The
nesting hour / Bed-time
The
night will never stay
The
spinning wheel / Mellow the moonlight
The
Starlighter
The
stars are hiding all the day
The
white hen’s cradle song
Three
white gulls
Time
for bed
Time
for man go home
To
Babyland
Turn
around
Twinkle,
twinkle, little star
Also
see:
Maranoa lullaby an Aboriginal song
Last updated: 7/10/2023
10:31 AM
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Tell
me why O A traditional song with a sense of
wonder that works so well as a lullaby. The words inspired me to write two
further verses. |
Tell me why the stars do shine, Tell me why the ivy twines, Tell me why the skies are blue, And I will tell you just why I
love you! I don’t know why the stars do
shine, I don’t know why the ivy twines, I don’t know why the skies are
blue, One thing I do know is that I
love you! Tell me where the stars do
shine, Tell me where the ivy twines, Tell me where the skies are
blue, And I will tell you just where I
love you! Way up high the stars do shine, Round the old oak tree the ivy
twines, Above the clouds the skies are
blue, Asleep in my arms is where I
love you! |
Tell
me, tell me, tell me why 🔊 The moon and the stars - both magical concepts at bedtime
especially as the nights draw in. A simple lullaby and bedtime hand
play by Dany Rosevear. Verse 1. Hands open and close.
Throw out hands. Cover eyes and then remove. 2. Make moon with thumb and forefinger. Hands
to cheek. Finger to lipsBlow kiss and hands to cheek.
Tell me, tell me, tell me why, The little stars twinkle way up
in the sky. I don’t know why but perhaps it
is true, They twink to say, “Peepo! We
can see you!” Tell me, tell me, tell me why, The moon smiles so softly when
bedtime is nigh. I don’t know why but perhaps it
is true, It’s
whispering, “Goodnight and sweet dreams for you!” |
That’s
an Irish lullaby O A song from Ireland written by J.R.
Shannon. My grandmother who had Irish
parents sang this song to me when I was a young child. |
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Over in Killarney, Many years ago, My mother sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good old Irish way, And I'd give the world if she
could sing That song of hers today. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo ra, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo ra, Hush, now don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo ra, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo ra, That's an Irish lullaby. |
The dream fairy 🔊 Written by Thomas
Hood. I believe there might be yet more verses for naughty children under the
title ‘Queen Mab’ but the words below can be found in the classic poetry tome
‘The Book of 1,000 poems’. Music by Dany Rosevear. |
A little fairy comes at night, Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown With silver spots upon her wings, And from the moon she flutters down. She has a little silver wand, And when a good child goes to bed She waves her wand from right to left And makes a circle round her head, And then it dreams of pleasant things, Of fountains filled with fairy fish, And trees that bear delicious fruit, And bow their branches at a wish; Of arbours filled with dainty scents From lovely flowers that never fade, Bright ‘flies that flitter in the sun, And glow-worms shining in the shade; And talking birds with gifted tongues For singing songs and telling tales, And pretty dwarfs to show the way Through the fairy hills and fairy dales. |
The golden day
is dying 🔊 This lullaby from Finland is also called ‘Evening colours’ and is
often sung around campfire at night time. I found this in ‘Songs of all
times’ published in 1946 by the Cooperative Recreation Service, Delaware, Ohio. |
The golden day is
dying beyond the purple hill, The golden day is
dying beyond the purple hill, The lark that sang at
morning in dusky wood is still, The lark that sang at
morning in dusky wood is still. But soon above the
meadows the silvery moon will swing, But soon above the
meadows the silvery moon will swing; And where the wood is
darkest the nightingale will sing, And where the wood is
darkest, the nightingale will sing. |
The Lady Moon up
yonder 🔊 A bedtime
rhyme, not sure who wrote this but it can be found in several Waldorf
collections. Music by Dany Rosevear. |
The Lady Moon up yonder, Is like a silver boat, Upon a dark blue ocean, All silently afloat. And when the fairies waken, They climb the moonbeams white, And far across the heavens Go sailing in the night, Go sailing in the night. |
The little sandman /
Brahm’s lullaby 🔊 Johannes
Brahms wrote this lullaby, "Wiegenlied", Op. 49, No. 4 and
published in 1868, to celebrate the birth of a son to his friend Bertha
Faber. It was based on a German folk tune and was Brahms's last song.There
are many different translations of the words. These words are mainly the
verses written in Foresman’s ‘A child’s book of songs’ published in 1928 but
have been adapted by Dany Rosevear. |
There’s magic in the moonbeam That kissed the flowers goodnight, For now the red red rosebuds Are pale as lilies white; The pine trees still are whispering, The cricket rings its bell, All for you, all for you, To make you slumber well! The birds you heard this morning Have long since gone to rest; And now are close together Against their mother's breast. And there they lie so still and warm, Secure from every harm. Slumber, slumber, My darling baby dear. I see a friendly elf man, He holds a bag of sand; He bought it from the fairies, In their enchanted land; And on your drowsy eyelids Some golden grains he’ll strew; That, you know, that you know. Will make your dreams come true! |
The
little white boat 🔊 ‘The little white boat’ or 반달 ‘Half moon’ has lyrics and music by Yin Kerong, a Korean composer (1903 - 1988)
who wrote other songs for children. It has also been translated into Chinese 小白船 and Japanese. Find out more about Yin Kerong
and the Korean lyrics at: http://et97.com/view/2481305.htm . |
See the small white boat in the
sky, Sailing t’wards the west, High above a cinnamon tree, Where white rabbit rests. With no sail nor oars it skims O’er the Milky Way, Floating among the clouds, It slowly just fades away. Through the silver galaxy sail, Through a rainbow land Of clouds that billow high in
the sky, Where will it go then? Onwards to a far off place Where shines a golden light, The dawn star, a guiding light, It shines, how it shines so
bright. |
The
moon and the stars 🔊 I found these sweet words in ‘
Handbook for First Year Experimental
Language Development: Book Three’ Published in Australia May 73. Music, arrangement and second part
by Dany Rosevear. |
The moon and the stars and the
wind in the sky, All night long sing a lullaby, While down in the ocean so dark
and so deep, The silvery waves rock the
fishes to sleep. Mmm…, mmm…, mmm…, Mmm…, mmm…, mmm…, Mmm…, mmm…, mmm…, Mmm…, mmm…, mmm…, Rock, gently rock little fishes
to sleep. |
The moon shines down 🔊 The dark night
skies visit us earlier as we move towards Autumn and we look forward to
seeing more of the moon in all her loveliness as she greets us at bedtime. Our dear moon
shines peacefully down to calm and soothe us whatever might be happening on
our troubled Earth. Words and
music by Dany Rosevear. |
Oh, the moon shines down, the
moon shines down, The moon shines down on me; It’s peaceful when the moon
shines down, When the moon shines down on me. Ting-a-ling-a-ling! How my heart
sings! When the moon shines down on me. Oh, the moon shines down, the
moon shines down, The moon shines down on me; It’s peaceful when the moon
shines down, When the moon shines down on me. Ting-a-ling-a-ling! What a very
lovely thing! When the moon shines down on me. Ting-a-ling-a-ling! How my heart
sings! When the moon shines down on me. |
The
moon’s song O These lovely words were written or
translated from German ‘Das lied von mond’ by Frances B. Wood in ‘Sixty songs
for little children’ OUP. |
When day has gone and darkness Comes sweeping o’er the sky, I leave my cloudy palace To swing my lamp on high. And all my dear star children Their little lanterns light, And twinkles down to tell you We’re watching through the
night. |
The
mouse’s lullaby 🔊 A treat for breakfast. A delightful little lullaby by
Palmer Cox Palmer Cox - Wikipedia Music and arrangement by Dany
Rosevear. |
Oh, rock-a-bye, baby mouse, rock-a-bye, so! When baby´s asleep to the baker´s I´ll go, And while he´s not looking I´ll pop from a hole, And bring to my baby a fresh penny roll. Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm! Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, mm! And bring to my baby a fresh penny roll. |
The nesting hour 🔊 Or ‘Bed-time’
written by Laurence Alma Tadema. Music by Dany
Rosevear. |
Robin friend has gone to bed, Little wing to hide his head; Mother’s bird must slumber too, Just as baby robins do. When the stars begin to rise, Birds and babies close their eyes. |
The night will never
stay 🔊 Written by the
wonderful children’s poet Eleanor Farjeon 1881-1965. One of my favourite
poets and so many of her poems are suitable for younger children. Music by Dany
Rosevear. |
The night will never stay, The night will still go by, Though with a million stars You pin it to the sky; Though you bind it with the blowing wind And buckle it with the moon, The night will slip away Like sorrow or a tune. |
The spinning wheel / Mellow
the moonlight 🔊 A favourite
Irish folk song from my college days in the 1960s when I first began to play
the guitar. Here I met fellow music enthusiasts in my first year’s lodgings
and Joan Baez and Irish folk songs,
like this one, featured heavily in our musical get-togethers! Written in the
mid-1800s by an Irish lawyer and poet, John Francis Waller. Find out more
here: Poetry
- Ulick O'Connor: Spinning a great ballad - Independent.ie |
Mellow the moonlight to shine is beginning, Close by the window young Eileen is spinning; Bent o'er the fire her blind grandmother sitting, Crooning and moaning and drowsily knitting. Chorus: Merrily, cheerily, noisily, whirring, Swings the wheel, spins the wheel, while the foot's
stirring; Sprightly and lightly and airily ringing, Thrills the sweet voice of the young maiden singing. “Eileen, achara, I hear someone tapping.” “Tis the ivy dear mother, against the glass
flapping.” “Eileen, I surely hear somebody sighing.” “'Tis the sound mother dear, of the autumn winds
dying.” “What's the noise that I hear at the window, I
wonder?” “Tis the little birds chirping, the holly-bush
under.” “What makes you be shoving and moving your stool on, And singing all wrong that old song of The Coolun?” There ’s a form at the casement, the form of her
true-love, And he whispers, with face bent, “I’m waiting for
you, love; Get up on the stool, through the lattice step
lightly, We ’ll rove in the grove while the moon’s shining
brightly.” Chorus Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round; Slowly and lowly is heard now the reel's sound, Noiseless and light to the lattice above her, The maid steps, then leaps to the arms of her lover. Slower and slower, and slower the wheel swings; Lower and lower, and lower the reel rings; There the reel and the wheel stop their spinning and
moving. Through the grove the young lovers by moonlight are
roving. |
The Starlighter 🔊 Words to this
haunting poem are by Arthur Guiterman 1871 – 1943 an American poet; find out
more at: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Guiterman. Music and
arrangement by Dany Rosevear. |
When the bat's on the wing and the bird's in the
tree, Comes the old Starlighter, whom none may see. First in the West, where the low hills are, He touches his wand to the evening star. Then swiftly he runs on his rounds on high, Till he's lit every lamp in the dark blue sky. |
The stars are hiding 🔊 A lovely little
song by Malvina Reynold. I came across it on Marty Lane’s delightful CD ‘Brighten the day’ where she
sings it as a medley. Verse 1. Line 1.-3. Open and close hands and then pull to chest. x3.
4. Draw a large circle with hands and wiggle fingers outwards. 5.-6. As
before. Verse 2. Line 1.-3. Open and close hands and then put hands to cheek.
x3. 4. Draw a large circle with hands and wiggle fingers behind back. 5.-6.
As before. |
The
stars are hiding all the day, The
stars are hiding all the day, The
stars are hiding all the day, The
sun is shining them away. Orion
and the Lion, They
are hiding all the day. The
stars are shining all the night, The
stars are shining all the night, The
stars are shining all the night, The
sun is shining out of sight. Orion
and the Lion, They
are shining all the night. |
The white hen’s cradle
song 🔊 Written by
Frances B. Wood to a Belgian folk tune. It can be found in ‘A second sixty
songs for little children’ published in 1945. This series of books were
common in the classroom when I first started teaching. |
Hear
the white hen calling, In
the farmyard calling. “Cluck,
cluck, cluck, Little
chickens run Underneath
my wings each one, Cheep!
Cheep! Close every eye now, Cheep!
Cheep! Cosy you lie.” |
Three white gulls O This gentle and rather beautiful lullaby is supposedly of Italian
origin but I have been unable to find the Italian equivalent. Do let me know
if you find the source material. It makes a lovely calming down song as children swoop and soar moving
their arms and then finally sink down and sleep. Make fingers flash on and off to mimic
starlight and mime other parts of the songs
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Time for
bed 🔊 A bedtime hand play. Music by Dany Rosevear. Touch wristwatch. Fluff up
pillow. Put palms together and lay on cheek. Pull pretend blanket up to chin.
Close eyes then snore. |
Time for bed, time for bed, Fluff up your pillow, Lay down your head. Pull up the blanket, Tuck it in tight, Close your eyes, And sleep all night. |
Time for
man go home 🔊 This song from Trinidad is usually
regarded as a chanty or work song, it is also popular at community events to
sing when it is time to leave; here it is sung as a gentle going to bed
lullaby. |
Time for man go home, Time for man go home. Time for man go home, It’s time for man and it’s time for beast, Time for man go home. The bird in bush go kwa, kwa, kwa, Time for man go home, Time for man go home, Time for man go home, Time for man go home. Time for man go home, Time for man go home. It's time to go and it's time for bed, Time for man go home. It's time to go and the sun go down, Time for man go home, Time for man go home. |
To Babyland 🔊 Info to be
added. |
How many miles to Babyland? Anyone can tell; Up one flight, to your right; Please to ring the bell. What do they do in Babyland? Dream and wake and play; Laugh and crow, fonder grow, Jolly times have they. What do they say in Babyland? Why, the oddest things! Might as well, try to tell, What a birdie sings. Who is the queen in Babyland? Mother, kind and sweet; And her love, born above, Guards the baby's sleep, And her love, born above, Guards the baby's sleep. |
Turn around 🔊 One of the
many wonderful songs from the pen of Malvina Reynolds This was written with Harry Belafonte and Alan Greene. |
Where are you going, my little one, little one, Where are you going, my baby, my own? Turn around and you're two, Turn around and you're four, Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my
door. Turn around, turn around, Turn around and you're a young girl going out of my
door. Where are you going, my little one, little one, Little pigtails and petticoats, where have you gone? Turn around and you're tiny, Turn around and you're grown, Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of
your own. Turn around, turn around, Turn around and you're a young wife with babes of
your own. Where are you going, my little one, little one, Where are you going, my baby, my own? |
Twinkle, twinkle, little star O A tune that is so very familiar and used in many other nursery songs.
The tune came from the French song ‘Ah! vous dirai-je, Maman’ published
in 1761. You can find this song at: Make fingers flash on and off to mimic starlight and mime other parts
of the songs
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