French Cradle Song
虽然是不同的国度，不同的民族，不同的语言，摇篮曲的旋律都是一样甜美。
Go to sleep my little brother,
Go to sleep, oh close your eyes.
Mother is baking, cake she is making,
It will be ready for brother's awaking.
Go to sleep my little brother,
Go to sleep, oh close your eyes.
Fais dodo, Colas, mon petit frere,
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo.
Maman est en haut, qui fait du gateaux,
Papa est en bas, qui fait du chocolat.
Fais dodo, Colas, mon petit frere,
Fais dodo, t'auras du lolo.
Oh, how lovely is the evening
静静的夜空，一阵一阵荡起清脆而悠扬的铃声...
Oh, how lovely is the evening, is the evening,
When the bells are sweetly ringing, sweetly ringing,
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong.
Greet the new day with our singing, with our singing,
Set the freedom bells a-ringing, bells a-ringing,
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong.
Oh, how lovely is the evening, is the evening,
When the bells are sweetly ringing, sweetly ringing,
Ding, dong, ding, dong, ding, dong.
Cradle Hymn
早早地，在儿歌里就开始给孩子讲基督的故事。
Hush, my dear, lie still and slumber,
Holy angels guard thy bed.
Heavenly blessings without number,
Gently falling on thy head.
How much better thou'rt attended,
Than the Son of God could be,
When from heaven He descended,
And became a child like thee!
Soft and easy is thy cradle,
Coarse and hard thy Savior lay,
When His birthplace was a stable,
And His softest bed was hay.
May'st thou learn to know and fear Him,
Love and serve Him all thy days;
Then to dwell forever near Him,
Tell His love and sing His praise.
A-tisket, A-tisket
充满童真的爱让人心动。
A-tisket, A-tisket
A green and yellow basket,
I wrote a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it.
I dropped it,I dropped it,
Yes, on the way I dropped it.
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket.
She took it, She took it,
My little yellow basket,
And if she doesn't bring it back,
I think that I shall die.
A-tisket, A-tisket
A green and yellow basket,
I sent a letter to my love
And on the way I dropped it.
I dropped it,I dropped it,
Yes, on the way I dropped it.
A little girlie picked it up
And put it in her pocket.
She took it, She took it,
My little yellow basket,
And if she doesn't bring it back,
I think that I shall cry.
Baby Bunting
在这样的歌谣里宝宝认识了家人和责任。
Bye, baby Bunting,
Father's gone a-hunting,
Mother's gone a-milking,
Sister's gone a-silking,
Brother's gone to buy a skin
To wrap the baby Bunting in.
