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Our Favorite Lullabies

Well, maybe they aren’t all tech­ni­cal­ly lullabies—but they’re all songs Katie likes to hear as she falls asleep. Friends have asked me to give them the words, so here they are. I’ve giv­en cred­it to the authors (where known). They aren’t in any par­tic­u­lar order, except the order in which I usu­al­ly sing them to her–I sel­dom get all the way to the end on any one night.

Everything Possible

Fred Small

We have cleared off the table, the left­overs saved,
Washed the dish­es and put them away
I have told you a sto­ry and tucked you in tight
At the end of your knock­about day
As the moon sets its sails to car­ry you to sleep
Over the mid­night sea
I will sing you a song no one sang to me
May it keep you good com­pa­ny.

CHORUS:
You can be any­body that you want to be,
You can love whomev­er you will
You can trav­el any coun­try where your heart leads
And know I will love you still
You can live by your­self, you can gath­er friends around,
You can choose one spe­cial one
And the only mea­sure of your words and your deeds
Will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone.

Some girls who grow up strong and bold
Some boys qui­et and kind
Some race on ahead, some fol­low behind
Some go in their own way and time
Some women love women, and some men love men
Some raise chil­dren, some nev­er do
You can dream all the day nev­er reach­ing the end
Of every­thing pos­si­ble for you.

Don’t be rat­tled by names, by taunts or games
But seek out spir­its true
If you give your friends the best part of your­self
They will give the same back to you.

CHORUS

All Through the Night

Tra­di­tion­al

Sleep, my child, and peace attend thee,
All through the night;
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night;
Soft the drowsy hours are creep­ing,
Hill and vale in slum­ber sleep­ing,
I my lov­ing vig­il keep­ing,
All through the night.

While the moon her watch is keep­ing,
All through the night;
While the weary world is sleep­ing,
All through the night;
O’er thy spir­it gen­tly steal­ing,
Visions of delight reveal­ing,
Breathes a pure and holy feel­ing,
All through the night.

Though I roam a min­strel lone­ly
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love’s young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hov­er
Near the pres­ence of my lover
All through the night

Hark, a solemn bell is ring­ing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heav­en­ward wing­ing
Home through the night
Earth­ly dust from off thee shak­en
Soul immor­tal shalt thou awak­en
With thy last dim jour­ney tak­en
Home through the night

The Riddle Song

Tra­di­tion­al folk song, cir­ca 15th cen­tu­ry

I gave my love a cher­ry that had no stone
I gave my love a chick­en that had no bone
I told my love a sto­ry that had no end
I gave my love a baby with no cry­ing

How can there be a cher­ry that has no stone?
How can there be a chick­en that has no bone?
How can there be a sto­ry that has no end?
How can there be a baby with no cry­ing?

A cher­ry when it’s bloom­ing, it has no stone
A chick­en when it’s pip­ing, it has no bone
The sto­ry that I love you, it has no end
A baby when it’s sleep­ing, it’s no cry­ing

Life is Eternal

Car­ly Simon

I’ve been doing a lot of think­ing
About grow­ing old­er and mov­ing on
No one wants to be told that they’re get­ting on
And maybe going away
For a long, long time
But just how long and who knows
And how and where will my spir­it go
Will it soar like jazz on a sax­o­phone
Or evap­o­rate in a breeze
Won’t you tell me please
That life is eter­nal
And love is immor­tal
And death is only a hori­zon
Life is eter­nal
As we move into the light
And a hori­zon is noth­ing
Save the lim­it of our sight
Save the lim­it of our sight

Here on earth I’m a lost soul
Ever try­ing to find my way back home
Maybe that’s why each new star is born
Expand­ing heaven’s room
Eter­ni­ty in bloom
And will I see you up in that heav­en
In all it’s light will I know you there
Will we say the things that we nev­er dared
If wish­ing makes it so
Won’t you let me know
That life is eter­nal
And love is immor­tal
And death is only a hori­zon
Life is eter­nal
As we move into the light
And a hori­zon is noth­ing
Save the lim­its of our sight
Save the limit..of…our…sight.

Morning has Broken

Cat Stevens

Morn­ing has bro­ken like the first morn­ing.
Black­bird has spo­ken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing, praise for the morn­ing,
Praise for them spring­ing fresh from the world.

Sweet the rain’s new fall, sun­light from heav­en,
Like the first dew­fall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweet­ness of the wet gar­den,
Sprung in com­plete­ness where his feet pass.

Mine is the sun­light, mine is the morn­ing,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with ela­tion, praise every morn­ing,
God’s recre­ation of the new day.

Shenandoah

Tra­di­tion­al

Shenan­doah, I long to hear you,
Away, you rolling riv­er,
Oh, Shenan­doah, I long to hear you,
Away, I’m bound away, ‘cross the wide Mis­souri.

Shenan­doah, I love your daugh­ter,
Away, you rolling riv­er,
I’ll take her ‘cross the rolling water,
Away, I’m bound away, ‘cross the wide Mis­souri.

Shenan­doah, I long to hear you,
Away, you rolling riv­er,
Oh, Shenan­doah, I long to hear you,
Away, I’m bound away, ‘cross the wide Mis­souri.

Puff, the Magic Dragon

Peter Yarrow and Leonard Lip­ton

Puff, the mag­ic drag­on
Lived by the sea
And frol­icked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

Lit­tle Jack­ie Paper
Loved that ras­cal Puff,
And brought him strings and seal­ing wax
And oth­er fan­cy stuff. Oh!

Puff, the mag­ic drag­on
Lived by the sea
And frol­icked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

Puff, the mag­ic drag­on
Lived by the sea
And frol­icked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

Togeth­er they would trav­el
On a boat with bil­lowed sail
Jack­ie kept a look­out perched
On Puff’s gigan­tic tail

Noble kings and princes
Would bow whene’er they came,
Pirate ships would low­er their flag
When Puff roared out his name. Oh!

Puff, the mag­ic drag­on
Lived by the sea
And frol­icked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

A drag­on lives for­ev­er
But not so lit­tle boys
Paint­ed wings and giant rings
Make way for oth­er toys.

One grey night it hap­pened,
Jack­ie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty drag­on,
He ceased his fear­less roar.

His head was bent in sor­row,
Green scales fell like rain,
Puff no longer went to play
Along the cher­ry lane.

With­out his life-long friend,
Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty drag­on
Sad­ly slipped into his cave. Oh!

(Sing Cho­rus Soft­ly)

Puff, the mag­ic drag­on
Lived by the sea
And frol­icked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

(Sing Cho­rus Loud­ly)

Puff, the mag­ic drag­on
Lived by the sea
And frol­icked in the autumn mist
In a land called Honah Lee

Candle on the Water

Al Kasha and Joel Hirschhorn

I’ll be your can­dle on the water,
My love for you will always burn.
I know your lost and drift­ing.
But the clouds are lift­ing,
Don’t give up you have some­where to turn.

I’ll be your can­dle on the water,
Till every wave is warm and bright.
My soul is there beside you.
Let this can­dle guide you,
soon you’ll see a gold­en stream of light.

A cold and friend­less tide has found you,
don’t let the stormy dark­ness pull you down.
I’ll paint a ray of hope around you,
cir­cling the air light­ed by a prayer.

I’ll be your can­dle on the water,
this flame inside of me will grow.
Keep hold­ing on, you’ll make it,
Here’s my hand so take it,
look for me reach­ing out to show
as sure as rivers flow,
I’ll nev­er let you go,
I’ll nev­er let you go,
I’ll nev­er let you go.

Hush, Little Baby

Tra­di­tion­al

Hush, lit­tle baby, don’t say a word,
Mama’s going to buy you a mock­ing­bird.
And if that mock­ing­bird don’t sing,
Mama’s going to buy you a dia­mond ring.
And if that dia­mond ring turns brass,
Mama’s going to buy you a look­ing glass.
And if that look­ing glass gets broke,
Mama’s going to buy you a bil­ly goat.
And if that bil­ly goat won’t pull,
Mama’s going to buy you a cart and bull.
And if that cart and bull turn over,
Mama’s going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won’t bark,
Mama’s going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down,
You’ll still be the sweet­est lit­tle baby in town.

Wildwood Flower

Tra­di­tion­al

I will twine and will min­gle my wav­ing black hair
With the ros­es so red and the lilies so fair
The myr­tle so green of an emer­ald hue
The pale emani­ta and vio­lets of blue

Oh he promised to love me, he promised to love
To cher­ish me always all oth­ers above
I woke from my dream and my idol was clay
My pas­sion for lov­ing had van­ished away

Oh he taught me to love him, he called me his flower
A blos­som to cheer him through life’s weary hour
But now he has gone and left him alone
The wild flow­ers to weep and the wild birds to moan

I’ll dance and I’ll sing and my life shall be gay
I’ll charm every heart in the crowd I sur­vey
Though my heart now is break­ing, he shall nev­er know
How his name makes me trem­ble, my pale cheeks to glow

I’ll dance and I’ll sing and my life shall be gay
I’ll ban­ish this weep­ing, dri­ve trou­bles away
I’ll live yet to see him, regret this dark hour
When he won and neglect­ed his frail wild­wood flower

Last updat­ed Decem­ber 19, 2000