Listen to lullabies and spiritual songs written by Susan Fierro-Baig. Homespun Lullaby is intended to uplift and inspire mothers through pregnancy and beyond. All song lyrics copyrighted by Susana Fierro-Baig.
Sing, Mothers! Sing!
My favorite quote from Sarah Plain and Tall:
Of their prospective step-mother Caleb asks, "Does she sing?" The reply, "Tell Caleb I sing."
Singing. Do we recognize this as an essential part of mothering? Caleb didn't ask, "Does she sing WELL?" Only, "Does she sing?" Sing to your children mothers, even during pregnancy, no matter if you are talented or not. With practice you will see improvement, but regardless, to your babes you will sound like an angel.
As rain falls on a window,
the years they've rolled on by
so much time has thundered past,
Now I'm looking out this pane of glass
at the life shared by you and I
God has been good to you and me
we've managed to raise our family,
at times our pockets were empty,
but our hearts were always full of love
Yes, God has been good to you and me
we've managed to raise our family,
at times our pockets were empty,
but our hearts were always full of love
All these years have rumbled past
and times weren't always fun,
my brown hair is slowly turning grey
some things I'd do another way
but I wouldn't change our path
'Cause God/Life has been good to you and me
we've managed to raise our family,
at times our pockets were empty,
but our hearts were always full of love
O, my little ones, it's time to rest in your beds O, my little ones, it's time to rest your sweet heads.
Angels will watch over you while you are sleeping In peace you can slumber without any weeping.
God loves little children He said,'' Let them come unto me.'' God loves little children by his side He wants you to be.
Blessed are you my children, so good, honest and true I love you my children, and God loves you, too.
This cool, young chic named Daniela (whom I found on youtube) sang this song for me!!! Yay! I am so thrilled, she did an awesome job and I am so grateful. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do!!!
Awake, awake, child*, and put on His strength, then lift up your eyes to the heavens and sing child, sing Praise God, our King!
Let thy peace flow as a river thy righteousness as waves of the sea Praise the Lord thy Redeemer Let his Spirit set you free!
With joy wend your way as you sing everyday, then lift up your eyes to the heavens and sing child sing, break forth and sing, Praise God our Father, our Savior and King!
(*can be subsituted with mama, children, sister, daughter, son, baby, father, brother.)
Sometimes I sing this song to the children in the morning to wake them up. Below is my rendition.
Do you remember that night so long ago, I could never forget it, oh, no
We were watching TV, an old black and white movie Sitting hand in hand I looked into your eyes the feeling was soo intense Then it all made sense I knew you were the man for me
Chorus
Now all these years have gone by and many times we've made each other cry But some how, our love has grown, our love has grown, our love has grown Some how our love has grown
I thank God that you're in my life all these years I've been your wife Once all these kids are on their own (have grown), we'll have some time alone and I'll say:
Verse
How fast these years, they've come and gone, I will never forget 'em oh, no
At times its been like TV or 'n old black and white movie walking hand in hand, I look into your eyes, the feelings are still intense it just makes sense there's no other man for me Chorus
I thank God, we'll have more than this life, in heaven I'll still be your wife we'll take this love of ours home Yes, I've always known, that you, you are the man for me
Verse Anguish had taken hold of me Rivers of water ran down my eyes The world weighed me down and I nearly drowned in the river of tears swellin’ round me
Chorus So I cried unto Him, How I cried unto Him, Save me Lord, O, merciful Lord, Please, Deliver me!
I was down on the floor knocking at His door, My tears did dry when he answered my cry On eagles wings my soul did soar when I heard the words, O, my daughter, Weep, no more!
Verse I’d been fed with the bread of adversity In the midst of choking on all the strife I turned to him to preserve my life
Chorus I cried unto Him, How I cried unto Him, Hear me Lord, O, merciful Lord, Please, Deliver me!
I was down on the floor knocking at His door He was gracious and answered my cry on eagles wings my soul did fly It flew high in the sky and I did weep, no more! Yes, I did weep no more!
They say its darkest before the dawn I know that Jesus will lighten this darkness
By His light, His marvelous light He’ll guide my way to a brand new day, a brand new day
The Light of the World is His name, The powers of darkness He overcame It was His plan to overcome all the evil that had been done
Christ was tried, truly tried, before he died we’re told he cried, O, my Father, if it can be let this cup pass from me But not my will, no not my will, not my will, but Thine be done, Thy will be done
The Light of the World is His name, The powers of darkness He overcame Through obedience He overcame By His grace I’ll do the same I’ll do the same
By His light, His marvelous light He’ll guide my way to a brand new day a brand new day
I would trade all my talents to be able to sing!! Alas, I can not carry a tune myself. This song was recorded for me by Sarah Bella, a Youtube artist. She took my tune and changed it and the version below is her rendition.
This song is about my father who was killed in front of my great-grandmother's house on New Year's Eve when I was four years old, (I was woken from my sleep by emergency vehicle lights outside the room window that I was sleeping in.) But this song is also about my mother. They were young lovers.They met when she was just 12 years old and when she was 18 they married. He was the love of her life.
My mom, of Mexican decent, was the third generation to be born in the United States. She was a migrant farm worker. Her family traveled up and down California picking fruit, vegetables and nuts. They lived in the dirt floor shacks provided by the farmers. Though she was born in the US, she did not speak English when she was enrolled in school. Attending public school in those days, they did not tolerate Spanish speaking on campus, not just in the classroom, and she and her cousins were regularly beaten and humiliated for speaking the only language they knew.
Finally, tired of the punishments and embarrassment, my mother vowed to not speak Spanish anymore. When she met my dad she was tough from all the fights with the Gringos and also gang fighting. She had always loved learning in school though. She wanted to become a teacher until her High School guidance counselor told her taking college prep courses would be a waste of her time and she should take secretarial classes.
Her dreams dashed, she lost hope, got pregnant, married and managed to graduate from high school. She worked in a factory and as a Nurse's Aid. My father, whose right arm was handicapped since a childhood accident that was never treated properly, worked as a janitor at the local hospital.
When my father died my mother was left with two young children to provide for. After struggling to make ends meet she decided to enroll in secretarial school. She worked at the Boy's Club of America during the day while also attending secretarial school in the evenings. At night she worked as a bar maid. We had day a day babysitter and night babysitter. One night our night sitter never showed up and the day sitter left us outside on the doorstep of her apartment. (We lived in the same apartment building.) The manager thought my mother, who wore a provocative bar maid outfit and worked til after midnight, was a prostitute and he called the police and we were put in a foster home for the night. The manager of the Boy's Club called the authorities and informed them of my mother's true life story and we were returned to her.
She worked as a secretary for many years until she finally decided to attend college and realize her dream of becoming a professor. In her forties she graduated Magna Cum Loude with a Ph.d in Communications. Though she went on to gain a measure of success, her dreams of a family and happiness with my dad were killed the night he died. We underwent much hardship due to the losing Jimmy at age 24.
That's what this song is really about. The loss of all our dreams. When I married my uncle walked me down the aisle. Drunk driving affects generations emotionally and financially. As a mother of 7 children, my kids have no grandfather to teach them, encourage them, love them - no grandfather to give them Christmas or birthday gifts or help them along in life.
When my great-grandmother died, the man who killed my father attended her funeral. My mother said, "That is the man who killed your dad." I had always hated him and dreamed of slapping him - of causing him pain like he caused me. But when I saw him, I didn't see a monster. I saw a man. A man who went unpunished. Never served jail time. Yes, it made me mad, but through the blood of Christ, I was able to forgive him. To let go of the pain and anger.
Yes, I believe drunk drivers should be punished. No, I don't hate him anymore.
Check out my DUI Victim's Voice website dedicated to giving victims of drunk driving a voice.
Fun In A BottleBy Susana Fierro-Baig Copyright 2005
It was 2 a.m. on New Year’s Day in ’75,
My young love died,
My Jimmy died.
When a drunk man went out for a ride,
That’s the night that I cried,
When my Jimmy died,
I lost my love in ’75.
Some people think they need a drink
To have a good time.
So they test their luck and spend a buck,
On an innocent life.
But fun is no fun,
It’s just a lot of misery.
When their foot hits the throttle,
Fun in a bottle aint no fun at all.
‘Cuz it’s the end of a life, for a beloved husband and wife,
And that’s, that’s no fun.
My love, let’s go back just 10 minutes before,
I won’t let you through the door.
No, Jimmy, don’t go out that door.
‘Cuz if you do, you’re not coming back my love.
So stay with me,
Just stay with me.
God, why do people think they need a drink
To have a good time?
They test their luck and spend a buck,
On an innocent life.
Fun is no fun.
Just a lot of misery
When their foot hits the throttle
Fun in a bottle aint no fun at all.
‘Cuz it’s a son and a daughter, left alone without a father,
And that’s, that’s no fun.
Jimmy when you lost your life,
I lost my life too.
Our hearts were shattered,
Our dreams didn’t matter,
When death tolled for you.
Fun is no fun,
Just a lot of misery.
When his foot hits the throttle
Fun in a bottle aint no fun at all.
Now he’s gone, for a time
But there’s still eternal life,
And that’s, that’s my prayer.
In ’75 my young love died,
That’s the night that I cried
When my Jimmy died.
I can’t wait to see him on the other side,
On life’s other side,
I’ll be by his side,
By his side.
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I recently asked a singer name Sarah to record her rendition of my song for YouTube and she did! Sept. 2008
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Over the years I have developed such a love for music, that I have written my own songs and lullabies. It is my dream to create a CD to inspire mothers through music. I believe music is special and moves us unlike any other art medium.
During pregnancy (and mothering) music is an important means of feeling peaceful and fostering spirituality as music moves the innermost part of our being. It releases us from our cares, takes us to far away places in the space of time and imagination as it vibrates within our heart, body, and mind. It soothes our worries and fills us with hope and faith as we feel the light of the Spirit fill our souls (particularly when we praise God through song.)
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