Staatliches Institut für Musikforschung
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Collection:
Programme
Programmsammlung
DOCTYPE:
Programme
Persons and corporations:
Buchdruckerei Otto Lange, Berlin Wikipedia
Event:
Konzert, Beethoven-Saal Berlin, 28.04.1922
Date:
1922
Date:
28.04.1922
Extent:
8 S.
Shelfmark:
SM 70 Ber 25b
Physical location:
Staatliches Institut für Musikforschung, Preußischer Kulturbesitz, Berlin
Collection:
Programme
Programmsammlung
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Other
Title:
Liedtexte
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7 The Doll’s Cradle-song. Tiapa, by-bye, Tiapa sleep and dream; Sandman soon is coming round; Tiapa, sleep, dolly! Tiapa, sleep and dream, Bogie-Man will catch you, Mother-Witch will scratch you, Brother Wolf will snatch you! Tiapa, go to sleep, Then to-morrow tell me What you have been dreaming; Of wonderous islands Free from work and worry, Where the trees are glowing, Filled with pears of amber Where, in nests of silver, Golden birds are singing. By-bye, lullaby! By-bye, Tiapa! Parasha’s Revery and Dance. Grieve no longer, my beloved; Grieving never banished sorrow. There are other lovely maidens, Fairer far than thy Parasha. Ah, how I love to hear thee say: Parasha, my Little Dove; Fairest little queen of mine! Ah, how I long to see thy tender glance, When beneath thy raven brows Thine eyes gleam so falcon-like! Nay! sorrow I must banish; For despair I’ve no reason: I’m not old and hideous; Nay, forsooth I’m youthful and comely! Have not lost all my charm yet; Let’s dance! Hei, my young and dark-eyed lover, Standing up so straight and tall; Come and tread a dainty measure With thy sweetheart slim and small! Pit-pat, go the little slippers Of the maiden slim and small; Click-clack go the heavy top-boots Of the lover staight and tall. Don’t be gloomy, don’t be sad, Come again to-night, my lad; To be coy would be a sin, Just be bold and step right in. Pit-pat, go the little slippers Of the maiden slim and small;
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