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- (Posted 2004-06-25) CPDL #07330:
- Editor: Douglas Brooks-Davies (submitted 2004-06-25). Score information: A4, 4 pages, 120 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Traditional Neapolitan carol, translated and arranged by Douglas Brooks-Davies
General Information
Title: Lullaby (Ninnananna)
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: Keyboard
First published:
Description:
External websites:
Original text and translations
English text
Ninnananna. Ninnananna.
Sleep, my Son,
Oh sleep my belov'd One;
Sleep, my Son,
Sleep my belov'd One;
Ninnananna. Ninnananna.
Sleep, my Son,
Oh sleep my belov'd One;
Sleep, my Son,
With lament in deepest sorrow,
Thou foretell'st the Cross of the morrow:
Now 'tis time for Thy soft sleeping.
Slumber dear, and leave thy weeping.
Grief will come as soon as may be,
Sleep now my baby.