Stephen Foster's Music

¶ Beautiful Dreamer

Composer: Stephen Foster, 1864
Key: EbMajor, 1=Eb
Time: ♩=200

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Beautiful dreamer, | wake unto me, | Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for | thee - -;

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Sounds of the rude world, | heard in the day, | Lull'd by the moonlight have all passed a | way!

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Beau-ti-ful dream-er, | queen of my song,|List while I woo thee | with soft me-lo-dy;

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Gone are the cares of | life's bus-y throng,|Beau-ti-ful dream-er, a-wake un-to | me - -!

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Beau-ti-ful dream-er, a-wake un-to | me - -!

Second verse:

Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelie;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
E'en as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

¶ O Susanna!

Composer: Stephen Foster, 1848
Arranged: Kevin Goess 4/14/2000
Key: GMajor, 1=G
Time: ♩=260

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I | come from Alabama with my | banjo on my knee; I'm | goin' to Lousiana, My | true love for to see.

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It | rain'd all night the day I left, the | weather it was dry, The | sun so hot I froze to death, Su | sana don't you cry.

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Oh! Susanna, | don't you cry for me, I've come | from Alabama with my banjo | on my knee.

Additional Verses:

I | had a dream the other night, when ev | rything was still; I | thought I saw Susanna dear, a | comin' down the hill,
The | buckweat cake was in her mouth, the | tear was in her eye, Says | I'm coming from the south, Su | sana don't you cry.
Oh! Susanna, | don't you cry for me, I've come | from Alabama with my banjo | on my knee.

I | soon will be in New Orleans, and then | I'll look around; And | when I find Susanna, I'll | fall upon the ground,
But | if I do not find her, this | man will surely die, And | when I'm dead and buried, Su | sana don't you cry.
Oh! Susanna, | don't you cry for me, I've come | from Alabama with my banjo | on my knee.

Oh! Susanna, | don't you cry for me, I've come | from Alabama with my banjo | on my knee.