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The world is so full

Song Cycle by Luigi Zaninelli (b. 1932)


?. Bed in summer [
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Language: English
Translation(s): ITA

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    * ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Montanari) , title 1: "Letto in estate", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

In winter I get up at night,
And dress by yellow candle light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?


Submitted by Ted Perry

?. Marching song [
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Language: English

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Bring the comb and play upon it!
Marching, here we come!
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats the drum.

Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the rear;
Feet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a Grenadier!

All in the most martial manner
Marching double-quick;
While the napkin like a banner
Waves upon the stick!

Here's enough of fame and pillage,
Great commander Jane!
Now that we've been round the village,
Let's go home again.


?. The world is so full of a number of things [
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    * ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Montanari) , title 1: "Pensiero felice", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.


?. The swing [
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Language: English
Translation(s): FRE

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    * FRE French (Fran├žais) (Sylvain Labartette) , title 1: "La balançoire", copyright © 2007, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

How do you like to go up in a swing,
  Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing
  Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
  Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
  Over the countryside -

Till I look down on the garden green,
  Down on the roof so brown -
Up in the air I go flying again,
  Up in the air and down!


?. Where go the boats? [
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Language: English
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    * ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Montanari) , title 1: "Dove vanno le barche?", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.

Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating -
Where will all come home?

On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.

Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.


Submitted by Ted Perry

?. Shadow march [
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All around the house is the jet-black night;
  It stares through the window-pane;
It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,
  And it moves with the moving flame.

Now my little heart goes a beating like a drum,
  With the breath of the Bogies in my hair;
And all around the candle the crooked shadows come,
  And go marching along up the stair.

The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp,
  The shadow of the child that goes to bed --
All the wicked shadows coming tramp, tramp, tramp,
  With the black night overhead.


First published in Magazine of Art, March 1884

?. The Land of Nod [
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From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do --
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.

The strangest things are these for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.


?. Rain [
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Language: English
Translation(s): ITA

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    * ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Montanari) , title 1: "Pioggia", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

The rain is raining all around,
It falls on field and tree,
It rains on the umbrellas here,
And on the ships at sea.


?. Foreign children [
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Language: English
Translation(s): ITA

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    * ITA Italian (Italiano) (Paolo Montanari) , title 1: "Bambini stranieri", copyright © 2010, (re)printed on this website with kind permission

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanese,
O! don't you wish that you were me?

You have seen the scarlet trees
And the lions over seas;
You have eaten ostrich eggs,
And turned the turtles off their legs.

Such a life is very fine,
But it's not so nice as mine:
You must often, as you trod,
Have wearied not to be abroad.

You have curious things to eat,
I am fed on proper meat;
You must dwell beyond the foam,
But I am safe and live at home.

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow,
Little frosty Eskimo,
Little Turk or Japanese,
O! don't you wish that you were me?


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