Some old songs from the past still haunt my reverie,
Enchanting lullabies my mother sang to me.
Rocking my cradle, she sang in our native tongue;
Etched in my mem'ry, oh how sweetly she had sung:-
"No Lilith can steal or touch you, my little one;"
"An angel and I will guard you, so slumber on..."
"Today and tomorrow 'dungwen ka un-unay!'"*
"Always I will care for you till the day I die...."
*(Ilocano translation: 'feeling extremely fond of you')
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