Linden Harp ‎#128

128. The child to her pillow

1 My dear little pillow, so nice, soft and warm,
So full of fine down made on purpose for me,
When the savage howl, and loud blows the storm,
Dear pillow how calmly I sleep upon thee.

2 How many poor infants are houseless and cold,
And have no soft pillow whereon they can sleep,
No parent's dear face do they have to behold,
O, mother, sweet mother, the thought makes me weep.

3 When to God I have breathed my humble prayer
For all those who ne'er on the pillow recline,
I cling to my own in my pretty bed there,
I bless thee, dear mother, it is close to thine.

4 I shall not awake till morning's bright dawn
Sheds over the fair earth its warm, cheering light;
But hush! let me pray for the orphan forlorn,
And then one more kiss, mother, good-night, good-night.

Text Information

• First Line: My dear little pillow, so nice, soft and warm
• Title: The child to her pillow
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1855

Tune Information

• Name: THE CHILD TO HER PILLOW
• Meter: 11s
• Key: F Major or modal
• Source: German Melody