Among the Oak & Ash - All the Pretty Little Horses | Текст песни

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As the legend goes, "All The Pretty Lttle Horses" was supposedly written by an African slave forced to work as a nursemaid. She was unable to care for her own child and had to let her die in orded to follow her Master's demands. This song became a popular children's lullaby most likely at the end of the 18th Century. The lyrics to this uniquely American tune are immortalized in a modest monument that stands next to the carousal in New York's Central Park.

Hush-a-bye, don't you cry
Go to sleep you little baby
When you wake, you shall have
All the pretty little horses
Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
Coach and six-a-little horses

Way down yonder in the meadow
A poor boy is crying
Dry your eyes, it's no surprise
You can't save the dying

Blacks and bays, dapples and greys
All the pretty little horses
Growns and dones, just not the ones
All the pretty little horses
All the pretty little horses

Look at you now, you have your day
There's no room in this world to hide away
But return to me, I'm calling you home
Remember my love, you never alone

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