Cradle Song (From Hindustan)

From groves of spice, 

     O’er fields of rice, 

  Athwart the lotus-stream, 

     I bring for you, 

     Aglint with dew 

  A little lovely dream. 

 

     Sweet, shut your eyes, 

     The wild fire-flies 

  Dance through the fairy neem; 

     From the poppy-bole 

     For you I stole 

  A little lovely dream. 

 

     Dear eyes, good-night, 

     In golden light 

  The stars around you gleam; 

     On you I press 

     With soft caress 

  A little lovely dream. 

The recordings were taken from the British Library Archive and stored on 10” shellac discs, Columbia LBE 51, recorded in 1931, UK. Recording used by kind permission of the British Library.

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