Washing Song Songtext
von The Imagined Village

hushaby my darling
hushaby my darling
hands now i′ll wash them, feet now i'll wash them.

Handsome you my young one,
fair and smooth your body clothes, made of silk so fine.
Each day puts strength upon you,
my darling sweet with you hair a′ curling.
King of stars, blessings on you,
oh my heart, my joy.

At morning that which grows not, by the night time's growing,
Hands now i'll wash them, feet now i′ll wash them.


At noon that which grows not, by the night time′s growing end,
Ports on every graze.
Each day puts beauty on you,
my darling sweet, with your hair a' curling.
king of stars blessings on you,
Oh my heart, my joy.

Each day puts beauty on you, my darling sweet
With your hair a′ curling.
Oh my heart, my joy.

Hushaby my darling
huashaby my darling,
hands now i'll wash them, feet now i′ll wash.

handsome you my young one,
fair and smooth your body clothes, made of silk so fine.
Each day puts strength upon you, my darling sweet,
with your hair a' curling.
King of stars, blessings on you.
Oh my heart, my joy.
Oh my heart, my joy.