Friday, 24 October 2008

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    Out Of The Dust (Apple Signature Edition)
    By Karen Hesse
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    I usually sing while I rock Sailor to sleep and recently I've tired of singing the same songs over and over, so I started taking a songbook into the nursery with me. My dad had the foresight to collect Lynwood Smith's books over the years for us kids, so I have nearly a full set including one called Lamplitin' Songs. Frank and I were talking just the other day about Lynwood's fondness for maudlin songs and, boy, does this book have some great ones! Songs about missing home, soldiers at war, unrequited love, at least three about coffins, twenty or more songs about the old homeplace/cabin/shack and lots and lots of songs about "Mother" - her love, her hands, her Bible, the fact that she's getting old. But I think I've found my favorite. How's this for a lullaby?

    Babes in the Woods

    My friends, have you heard how a long time ago
    Two little children whose names I don't know
    Were stolen away on a bright summer day
    And left in the woods, I've heard people say

    And when it was night, so sad was their plight
    The sun went down and the moon gave no light
    They sobbed and they sighed and bitterly cried
    Then the poor little things, they laid down and died

    And when they were dead the robins so red
    Brought strawberry leaves and over them spread
    And all the night long, the branches among
    They mournfully whistled and this was their song:

    Poor babes in the woods.



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