Do Not Fear The Dark
It fell upon the Eustace Eve, close by Bethnal Green
A pretty little seamstress lived in a house so mean
Her husband's name it was McRae and her own was Bryony
Her apron would not fit her, a family there would be
And in the quiet of the night, she dreamed a cruel dream
The pretty needlewoman who lived by Bethnal Green
Death, he would come unto her and take the child away
She woke in such a fright upon that dark and dismal day
In Bethnal on the Eustace morn, evil is abroad
And when the sun has risen come a knock upon the door
Don't you let him in my dear, his name you first must learn
He is a noble soldierman, his name is called Redfern
On the floor lies poor McRae, (all) murdered in his gore
As Redfern turns to Bryony, a-wipin' of his sword
Wipin' of his sword, he says, (now) no more shall you sew
(I'll) speak for you and your baby with but a single blow
As he step-ed up to her, the seamstress she did flee
Through the streets of Bethnal and to the Rookery
She went into the bleeding house to hide herself away
Death was waiting there for her (just) as the dream did say
Death, oh Death, my babe's not born, do not take her from me
It is not she I take from thee, but you must come with me
Death, Oh Death, have pity please though I must say goodbye
Save my precious little child who wasn't meant to die
And God is good and merciful and on his grace we thrive
For though her parents two were killed, the babe she did survive
So, helpless babes and children all, pray do not fear the dark
For though the thunder roars, your God will send to you an ark
You little babes and children all, do not fear the dark
(For) when the Day seems over, yet the daylight isn't far
No Temas a la Oscuridad
En la víspera de Eustace, cerca de Bethnal Green
Vivía una bonita costurera en una casa tan humilde
Su marido se llamaba McRae y ella Bryony
Su delantal no le quedaba, una familia habría
Y en la quietud de la noche, soñó un sueño cruel
La bonita costurera que vivía en Bethnal Green
La Muerte vendría por ella y se llevaría al niño
Despertó tan asustada en ese día oscuro y sombrío
En Bethnal en la mañana de Eustace, el mal está presente
Y cuando sale el sol, llaman a la puerta
No lo dejes entrar, querida, primero debes saber su nombre
Es un noble soldado, su nombre es Redfern
En el suelo yace pobre McRae, asesinado en su sangre
Mientras Redfern se vuelve hacia Bryony, limpiando su espada
Limpiando su espada, dice, ya no coserás más
Hablaré por ti y tu bebé con un solo golpe
Al acercarse a ella, la costurera huyó
Por las calles de Bethnal y hacia el Barrio Bajío
Entró en la casa sangrante para esconderse
La Muerte la esperaba allí, tal como el sueño decía
Muerte, oh Muerte, mi bebé no ha nacido, no la lleves de mí
No es ella a quien llevo, pero debes venir conmigo
Muerte, oh Muerte, ten piedad aunque deba despedirme
Salva a mi precioso bebé que no estaba destinado a morir
Y Dios es bueno y misericordioso y en su gracia prosperamos
Pues aunque sus padres fueron asesinados, la bebé sobrevivió
Así que, pequeños bebés y niños, no teman a la oscuridad
Aunque truene, tu Dios te enviará un arca
Pequeños bebés y niños, no teman a la oscuridad
Cuando el Día parezca terminar, la luz del día no está lejos
Escrita por: John Wesley Harding