Lay up nearer, brother, nearer
For my limbs are growing cold,
And thy presence seemeth dearer
When thy arms around me fold.
For my limbs are growing cold,
And thy presence seemeth dearer
When thy arms around me fold.
I am dying, brother, dying,
Soon you'll miss me in your berth
And my form will soon be lying
Beneath the ocean's briny surf.
Soon you'll miss me in your berth
And my form will soon be lying
Beneath the ocean's briny surf.
Hearken to me, brother, hearken,
I have something I would say
Ere this veil my vision darken
And I go from hence away.
I have something I would say
Ere this veil my vision darken
And I go from hence away.
I am going, surely going,
But my hopes in God are strong,
I am willing, brother, knowing
That He doeth nothing wrong.
But my hopes in God are strong,
I am willing, brother, knowing
That He doeth nothing wrong.
Tell my father, when you greet him,
That in death I prayed for him,
Prayed that I might one day meet him
In a world that's free from sin.
That in death I prayed for him,
Prayed that I might one day meet him
In a world that's free from sin.
Tell my mother, God assist her
Now that she is growing old,
Tell her son would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold.
Now that she is growing old,
Tell her son would glad have kissed her
When his lips grew pale and cold.
Hearken to me, catch each whisper,
'Tis my wife I speak of now,
Tell, oh tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow.
'Tis my wife I speak of now,
Tell, oh tell her how I missed her
When the fever burned my brow.
Hearken to me, closely listen,
Don't forget a single word,
That in death my eyes did glisten
When the tears her memory stirred.
Don't forget a single word,
That in death my eyes did glisten
When the tears her memory stirred.
Ten her then to kiss my children
Like the kiss I last impressed,
Hold them fast as last I held them
Folded closely to my breast.
Like the kiss I last impressed,
Hold them fast as last I held them
Folded closely to my breast.
Give them early to their Maker,
Putting all their trust in God,
And He will never forsake her,
He has said so in His word.
Putting all their trust in God,
And He will never forsake her,
He has said so in His word.
Oh my children, heaven bless them,
They were all my life to me,
Would I could once more caress them
Ere I sink beneath the sea;
They were all my life to me,
Would I could once more caress them
Ere I sink beneath the sea;
'Twas for them I crossed the ocean,
What my hopes were I'll not tell,
But they have gained an orphan's portion,
Yet He doeth all things well.
What my hopes were I'll not tell,
But they have gained an orphan's portion,
Yet He doeth all things well.
Tell my sisters I remember
Every kindly, parting word,
And my heart has been kept tender
By the thoughts their memories stirred.
Every kindly, parting word,
And my heart has been kept tender
By the thoughts their memories stirred.
Tell them I never reached the haven
Where I sought the precious dust,
But I've gained a port called heaven
Where the gold doth never rust.
Where I sought the precious dust,
But I've gained a port called heaven
Where the gold doth never rust.
Urge them to secure an entrance
For they will find their brother there,
Faith in Jesus and repentance
Will secure for them a share.
For they will find their brother there,
Faith in Jesus and repentance
Will secure for them a share.
Hark, I hear my Saviour calling,
'Tis, I know His voice so well,
When I'm gone, oh don't be weeping,
Brother, hear my last farewell.
'Tis, I know His voice so well,
When I'm gone, oh don't be weeping,
Brother, hear my last farewell.
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भाषा: हिन्दीअंग्रेज़ी
शैलीEthnic/Folk
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जोड़ाMay 15th, 2018
आखरी अपडेटMarch 8th, 2022
के बारे में"The California Brothers," known perhaps most often as "The Dying Californian," has appeared hundreds of times since its earliest printing in 1850. The mournful mood is reminiscent of traditional white spirituals. It is filled with the clichés of frontier religiosity and sentimentality: God, mother, father, wife, brother, sister, and the imperishable soul are all present, yet a tragic note prevails. Despite its obvious literary origins it is popular in oral tradition. (Melody A: FMC I 96<), sung by Effie Car¬mack. Melody B: FAC I 554, recorded by Frank Hoffman. Text: Beadle's Dime Song. Books, No. 1 [New York, 1859), P· 47.)
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