A la nanita nana (Traditional)
- • MP3 Practice Files: Soprano: Alto: Tenor: Bass:
- • Midi Practice Files: Soprano: Alto: Tenor: Bass:
- Editor: William Chimiak (submitted 2022-12-31). Score information: Letter, 3 pages, 71 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: Based on the fine work of Douglas Brooks Davies.
- • MP3 Practice Files: Soprano: Alto: Tenor: Bass:
- • Midi Practice Files: Soprano: Alto: Tenor: Bass:
- Editor: William Chimiak (submitted 2022-12-31). Score information: Letter, 4 pages, 82 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: All Spanish version based on the fine work of Douglas Brooks Davies.
- Editor: Douglas Brooks-Davies (submitted 2004-05-13). Score information: A4, 6 pages, 184 kB Copyright: CPDL
- Edition notes: . 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.
General Information
Title: A la nanita nana
Composer: Anonymous (Traditional)
Lyricist:
Number of voices: 4vv Voicing: SATB
Genre: Sacred, Carol
Language: English
Instruments: Piano
First published:
Description:
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Original text and translations
English text
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.