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Slumber My Darling
July 17, 2008 at 3:30 AM
I'm not sure why, but for the past few days, I haven't been able to stop listening to Alison Krauss singing this beautiful lullaby by Stephen Foster. It's so simple, yet so sublime. Motherly love with all its loyalty and protection and tenderness. This arrangement is so sweet, with just a shadow of sadness. Maybe a hint of heartache and motherly concern. It's the kind of music that messes with your insides after a little while; that pushing and pulling so visceral you wonder if your ears have hidden levers to your heartstrings. Or something like that.
Slumber, my darling, thy mother is near,
Guarding thy dreams from all terror and fear,
Sunlight has pass'd and the twilight has gone,
Slumber, my darling, the night's coming on.
Sweet visions attend thy sleep,
Fondest, dearest to me,
While others their revels keep,
I will watch over thee.
Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm.
Slumber, my darling, till morn's blushing ray
Brings to the world the glad tidings of day;
Fill the dark void with thy dreamy delight--
Slumber, thy mother will guard thee tonight,
Thy pillow shall sacred be
From all outward alarms;
Thou, thou are the world to me
In thine innocent charms.
Slumber, my darling, the birds are at rest,
The wandering dews by the flow'rs are caressed,
Slumber, my darling, I'll wrap thee up warm,
And pray that the angels will shield thee from harm
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 3:36 AM
In 4th grade I had a nutty teacher who would read us various bios of him, and invariably start crying at the end of them.
The melody that goes with the part e.g. "birds are at rest" is so old-timey and charming, and so identifiably Foster, the way you could identify a certain lick as Shostakovich, say. Good taste you have.
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 4:52 AM
Alison's voice can be so absolutely hauntingly beautiful.
Slumber well, indeed.
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 6:59 AM
Susanna, don't you cry" begs further examination :) He's flipped out, and Susanna knows it.
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 4:13 PM
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 4:39 PM
It's like
"He was born in the summer of his 32nd year,
coming home to a place he'd never been before".
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 5:04 PM
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 5:00 PM
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 7:06 PM
The complete video is worth seeing. They do a number with James Taylor that is also excellent and the best version of Fishers Hornpipe I've ever heard!
Posted on July 17, 2008 at 10:17 PM
Here is the hornpipe on Youtube.
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Here is JT doing a Foster song with the trio.
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Here are Foster's lyrics to that song:
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Posted on July 18, 2008 at 8:34 PM
http://www.myspace.com/officialrobertplantalisonkrauss
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