One year ago today I performed this beautiful piece with my district chorus, and yesterday should have been my final concert with them, but it did not happen due to covid. This song has me really tearing up and remembering what was.
What a beautiful setting for Eugene Field's poem The stars are twinkling in the skies, The earth is lost in slumbers deep; So hush, my sweet, and close thine eyes, And let me lull thy soul to sleep. Compose thy dimpled hands to rest, And like a little birdling lie Secure within thy cozy nest Upon my loving mother breast, And slumber to my lullaby, So hushaby--O hushaby. The moon is singing to a star The little song I sing to you; The father sun has strayed afar, As baby's sire is straying too. And so the loving mother moon Sings to the little star on high; And as she sings, her gentle tune Is borne to me, and thus I croon For thee, my sweet, that lullaby Of hushaby--O hushaby. There is a little one asleep That does not hear his mother's song; But angel watchers--as I weep-- Surround his grave the night-tide long. And as I sing, my sweet, to you, Oh, would the lullaby I sing-- The same sweet lullaby he knew While slumb'ring on this bosom too-- Were borne to him on angel's wing! So hushaby--O hushaby. - Eugene Field
Lee’s Davis (below) has gifted us the words to this beautiful poem - but the music - 😭 - the music - was composed by Ryan Murphy of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in response to the horror of Sandy Hook - 😭 - something THIS beautiful took everything ounce of compassion out of him to answer - let’s pray we’re never questioning that ‘ability’ - ever again! 🙏😞😭🙏😞
And I am blessed and calmed by this beautiful lullaby. I had need of that today. Thank you
One year ago today I performed this beautiful piece with my district chorus, and yesterday should have been my final concert with them, but it did not happen due to covid. This song has me really tearing up and remembering what was.
What a beautiful setting for Eugene Field's poem
The stars are twinkling in the skies,
The earth is lost in slumbers deep;
So hush, my sweet, and close thine eyes,
And let me lull thy soul to sleep.
Compose thy dimpled hands to rest,
And like a little birdling lie
Secure within thy cozy nest
Upon my loving mother breast,
And slumber to my lullaby,
So hushaby--O hushaby.
The moon is singing to a star
The little song I sing to you;
The father sun has strayed afar,
As baby's sire is straying too.
And so the loving mother moon
Sings to the little star on high;
And as she sings, her gentle tune
Is borne to me, and thus I croon
For thee, my sweet, that lullaby
Of hushaby--O hushaby.
There is a little one asleep
That does not hear his mother's song;
But angel watchers--as I weep--
Surround his grave the night-tide long.
And as I sing, my sweet, to you,
Oh, would the lullaby I sing--
The same sweet lullaby he knew
While slumb'ring on this bosom too--
Were borne to him on angel's wing!
So hushaby--O hushaby.
- Eugene Field
Absolutely beautiful.
Lee’s Davis (below) has gifted us the words to this beautiful poem - but the music - 😭 - the music - was composed by Ryan Murphy of the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in response to the horror of Sandy Hook - 😭 - something THIS beautiful took everything ounce of compassion out of him to answer - let’s pray we’re never questioning that ‘ability’ - ever again! 🙏😞😭🙏😞
I believe, if I am correct, that Ryan Murphy attended Sandy Hook....
Beautiful!
I cried
exquisite!
È davvero bellissimo! ❤
Sublime
That's right kids