A la nanita nana (Traditional)

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It has been suggested that the tune on which this work is based is by Segundo Cueva Celi and therefore copyright. However, there appears to be no reliable basis to this claim. When arranging the work, Mr Brooks-Davies investigated the authorship of the melody and (due to frequent mention that its authorship is traditional and thus public domain) came to the conclusion that he was free to arrange it.

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  • CPDL #07010:     
Editor: Douglas Brooks-Davies (submitted 2004-05-13).   Score information: A4, 6 pages, 184 kB   Copyright: CPDL
Edition notes: Traditional arr. Douglas Brooks-Davies

General Information

Title: A la nanita nana
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Arranger: Douglas Brooks-Davies

Number of voices: 4vv   Voicing: SATB
Genre: SacredCarol

Language: English
Instruments: Piano

First published.

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Original text and translations

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A la nanita nana,
a lullaby for the holy Infant,
See, baby Jesus sleeps, blessed little baby, blessed holy Child.
Fountain runs clear as crystal, rills gently trickling,
Nightingale sings in forests, trills softly sounding,
While quietly, so quietly, His cradle’s rocking.
A la nanita nana, the baby Jesus.

Roses and lilies in abundance surround Him,
And the breezes softly play, as the Infant smiles in His sleep.
Red and white remind us of wine and bread, sacrifice to come,
As Mary cradles His head.
Fleddings and fountains and all the breezes that gently whisper
Wonder at the little Babe as He smiles in His sleep.
Red and white remind us of wine and bread,
Cross and death to come,
While Mary cradles His head.
While quietly, so quietly, His cradle’s rocking.
A la nanita nana, the baby Jesus.
Fountain as clear as crystal, rills gently trickling,
Nightingale sings in forests, trills softly sounding,
While the cradle’s rocking.