Tuesday, January 17, 2012

Mother's Song

A couple of mornings ago, Emery was watching the Disney Channel while I was getting ready. In between blow drying my hair and refilling Cheerios, I caught the sweetest poem.  It's called "Mother's Song."  It's a lullaby written by the 19th century folklorist Sabine Baring-Gould.  It brought tears to my eyes and describes so perfectly how I feel about my sweet Emery Rose.

Mother's Song

a Traditional Lullaby

My heart is like a fountain true
That flows and flows with love to you.
As chirps the lark unto the tree
So chirps my pretty babe to me.

There's not a rose where'er I seek,
As comely as my baby's cheek.
There's not a comb of honey-bee,
So full of sweets as babe to me.

There's not a star that shines on high,
Is brighter than my baby's eye.
There's not a boat upon the sea,
Can dance as baby does to me.

No silk was ever spun so fine
As is the hair of baby mine.
My baby smells more sweet to me
Than smells in spring the elder tree.

A little fish swims in the well,
So in my heart does baby dwell.
A little flower blows on the tree,
My baby is the flower to me.

The Queen has sceptre, crown and ball,
You are my sceptre, crown and all.
For all her robes of royal silk,
More fair your skin, as white as milk.

Ten thousand parks where deer do run,
Ten thousand roses in the sun,
Ten thousand pearls beneath the sea,
My babe more precious is to me.

(Skip ahead to 0:35 to get to the poem)

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