Sing me to sleep

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(Sing mir dein Lied)

Boston: The Boston Music Co. (1902)

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Sing me khổng lồ sleep, the shadows fall, Let me forget the world and all. Tired is my heart, the day is long, Would it were come lớn even-tuy nhiên. Sing me lớn sleep, your hand in mine, Our fingers as in prayer entwine; Only your voice, love sầu, let me hear, Singing to tell me you are near.

Love, I am lonely, Years are so long, I want you only, You & your song; Dark is life’s shore, love sầu, Night, is so deep, Leave sầu me no more, love, Sing me to lớn sleep.

Sing me to lớn sleep, love, you alone, Seem to lớn be left me for mine own, Haply my heart will know no pain, When I awake from sleep again. Sing me to sleep and let me rest, Of all the world I love sầu you best. Nothing is faithful, nothing true, In Heav’n or earth, but God and you.

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Sing mir dein Lied yên Dӓmmerschein, gieb mir Vergessen aller Pein. Lang ist der Tag, mein Herz so schwer, wollt’, dass mein Leid vorüber wӓr. Sing mir dein Lied, reich mir die Hand und füher’ mich sanft ins Trӓumelvà. Wenn auch mein Auge dich nicht sieht, Lieb, du bist nah, ich hӧr’ dien Lied.

Nichts ist geblieben, Nacht ist so lang, lass mir dein Lieben und deinen Sang. Wund ist mein Herz, Lieb, schwer mein Gemüt, bleib du beimir, Lieb, sing mir dien Lied.

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Sing mir dein lied; vom allem Glück bliebst du mir, Lieb, allein zurüchồng, Schliesst mir der Schlaf die Augene zu, bringt er der müden Seele Ruh, Sing mire dein Lied; ich lieb’ allein von Allen dich nur, sing mich ein. Falsch ist und trüg’risch Alles hier, Gott nur und du sind true zu mir.