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ELSE BREMS - Naxos Music Library

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Jeg ville roser plukke, -<br />

jeg plukker ingen fler;<br />

jeg elsked dig si inderlig, -<br />

jeg elsker aldrig mer!<br />

Cul Nielsen:<br />

[25] Jeg lEgger mig sA trygt til ro<br />

Christian Winther<br />

Jeg lrgger mig se hygt til ro,<br />

som fuglen hist i skove,<br />

thi du, min Gud, du viger jo<br />

for mig, nnr jeg vil sove.<br />

Hav tak for dagen lys og klu,<br />

for hver dens lyst og glade!<br />

Hjalp alle dem, som smerter hil,<br />

ffOst alle dem, som grede!<br />

Hold i din viletegt, o Gud!<br />

mig selv og mine kare,<br />

og styrk mig, si jeg dine bud<br />

kan tro og lydig v8re.<br />

Thomas Laub:<br />

[26] Stille hjerte, sol gir ned<br />

Aften. Jeppe Aakjer<br />

Stille hjefte, sol gir ned,<br />

sol gir ned bag heden,<br />

dyr gir hjem fra dagens bdd,<br />

storken stir i reden.<br />

Stille, hjerte, sol gir ned.<br />

Tavshed over hedesti<br />

og langs veje kumme.<br />

I wished to gather roses<br />

I gather them no more.<br />

I loved you so, my deilest detr<br />

I'll never love again.<br />

I Go to Sleep Without a Fear<br />

Trmslation: Hmne Briiel<br />

I go to sleep without a fetr<br />

like birds in forest yonder.<br />

For you my God keep watch, I know<br />

O'er me when I am sleeping.<br />

Thanks be to you for daylight bright<br />

md all our day{ime pleasures.<br />

Help you all those who suffer pain,<br />

Console those who re weeping.<br />

Der God, have in your keeping saf-e<br />

both me and all my deu ones,<br />

and help me to be good and true,<br />

and honour your commandments.<br />

Quiet, heart! the Sun Goes Down<br />

Evening. Translation: Hanne Briiel<br />

Quiet, heart! the sun goes down,<br />

sun goes down o'er moorlands.<br />

Herds tum slowly home from bait,<br />

In roof top nest the stork stands.<br />

Quiet, heart, the sun goes down.<br />

Silence reigns o'er moorland path<br />

winding lanes lie dreaming.

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