O Cruel Was My Father

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Ludwig van Beethoven - Pop

O Cruel Was My Father

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O cruel was my father That shut the door on me And cruel was my mother That such a thing could see And cruel is the wintry wind That chills my heart with cold But crueler than all, the lad That left my love for gold Hush, hush, my lovely Baby And warm thee in my breast Ah! Little thinks thy father How sadly we're distrest For cruel as he is Did he know but how we fare He'd shield me in his arms From this bitter piercing air Cold, cold, my dearest jewel! Thy little life is gone! O let my tears receivе thee So warm that trickle down! My tears that gush so warm Oh, they freezе before they fall Ah, wretched, wretched mother Thou art now bereft of all! Then down she sunk despairing Upon the drifted snow And, wrung with killing anguish Lamented loud her woe She kiss'd her baby's pale lips And laid by her side; Then cast her eyes to heaven Then bow'd her head, and died

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Credits

Writers
  • Ludwig van Beethoven
  • Alexander Ballantyne