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* Not all lyrics are represented in the melodies.

Samuel William's Sonatina

Dedicated to children who have flown into angels' arms.
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

Jason's Jigsaw

Dedicated to children with special needs. 
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

Molly's Melody

Dedicated to adopted children.
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

Verse 1
​In the town, of night
Where there's nothing right
We can see God shinning clear
We see Him there
Just out of sight

Verse 2
Where we go, from here
Far away from fear
We will find another way
Beyond this day
God holds us near

Verse 3
​Taking time, to pray
Live a loving way
Grow beyond your daily plan
You'll find your way
He'll hold your hand

Verse 4
Pick a day, you choose
Yellow sun sky blue
We'll be free to live a life
We'll hold on to
The joy we knew

(Verse 3)
(Verse 4)
(Verse 1)

​(CHORUS)
Always win and never lose
Heaven's dream is what we choose
We'll be free to live a life
Letting go of what we knew

​(Verse 1)
(Verse 2)
(Verse 3)
(CHORUS)

(Verse 1)
(Verse 2)
(Verse 3)
(Verse 1)
(CHORUS)
(Verse 1)

END
​We will find another way
Beyond this day
God holds us near

(Adapted)
Minuet In G Major

Dedicated to children who like to jump on beds. 
By Christian Perzold, c. 1725
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015

Julian's Journey

​Dedicated to outstanding sons and step-sons.
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

Bella's Ballet

Dedicated to amazing daughters and step-daughters.
​By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

Are You Sleeping?

Dedicated to bi-lingual children. 
Unknown
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015

(French)
Frère Jacques, Frère Jacques,
Dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?
Sonnez les matines, sonnez les matines
Ding ding dong, ding ding dong.
​
(English)
Are you sleeping? Are you sleeping?
Brother John, Brother John?
Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing
​Ding, ding, dong, ding, ding, dong

Grant & Gabe's Gumdrops

Dedicated to twins - and more!
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

What Child Is This?

Dedicated to Jesus the Holy Child of God.
By William Dix, c. 1865
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015
​
What child is this, who, laid to rest,
On Mary's lap is sleeping?
Whom angels greet with anthems sweet,
While shepherds watch are keeping?

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary.

Why lies He in such mean estate,
Where ox and donkeys are feeding?
Good Christians, fear, for sinners here
The silent Word is pleading.

Nails, spears shall pierce him through,
the cross he bore for me, for you.
Hail, hail the Word made flesh,
the Babe, the Son of Mary.

So bring him incense, gold, and myrrh,
Come, peasant, king, to own him.
The King of kings salvation brings,
Let loving hearts enthrone him.

Raise, raise a song on high,
The virgin sings her lullaby
Joy, joy for Christ is born,
The babe, the Son of Mary.

This, this is Christ the King,
Whom shepherds guard and angels sing:
Haste, haste to bring Him laud,
The babe, the son of Mary. 

(Adapted)
Brahms' Lullaby

Dedicated to children who like art and music. 
By J. Brahms' Lullaby, c. 1868
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015

Hush Little Baby

Dedicated to those little ones who have not yet fallen asleep.
By Unknown
​Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015
​
Hush, little baby, don't say a word.
Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing,
Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring

And if that diamond ring turns brass,
Papa's gonna buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke,
Papa's gonna buy you a billy goat

And if that billy goat won't pull,
Papa's gonna buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over,
Papa's gonna buy you a dog named Rover

And if that dog named Rover won't bark
Papa's gonna buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down,
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town.

All Through The Night

Dedicated to children who need special protection as they love sports. 
By Edward Jones, c. 1784
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015

​Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night

Angels watching, e'er around thee,
All through the night
Midnight slumber close surround thee,
All through the night
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and dale in slumber sleeping
I my loved ones' watch am keeping,
All through the night

While the moon her watch is keeping
All through the night
While the weary world is sleeping
All through the night
O'er thy spirit gently stealing
Visions of delight revealing
Breathes a pure and holy feeling
All through the night

Angels watching ever round thee
All through the night
In thy slumbers close surround thee
All through the night
They will of all fears disarm thee,
No forebodings should alarm thee,
They will let no peril harm thee
All through the night.

Though I roam a minstrel lonely
All through the night
My true harp shall praise sing only
All through the night
Love's young dream, alas, is over
Yet my strains of love shall hover
Near the presence of my lover
All through the night

Hark, a solemn bell is ringing
Clear through the night
Thou, my love, art heavenward winging
Home through the night
Earthly dust from off thee shaken
Soul immortal shalt thou awaken
With thy last dim journey taken
Home through the night

Baby Mine

Dedicated to children who dream of flying. 
By Ned Washington & Frank Churchhill, c. 1941,
​Disney Productions - DUMBO. With Permission. 
​Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015
​
Baby mine, don't you cry
Baby mine, dry your eyes
Rest your head close to my heart
Never to part, baby of mine

Little one when you play
Don't you mind what they say
Let those eyes sparkle and shine
Never a tear, baby of mine

If they knew sweet little you
They'd end up loving you too
All those same people who scold you
What they'd give just for

The right to hold you
From your head to your toes
You're so sweet, goodness knows
You are so precious to me
Sweet as can be, baby of mine

Swan Lake

Dedicated to children who love to swim. 
By Tchaikovsky, c. 1876
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015

Tiny Little Mustard Seed
​(Grow In Grace)

Dedicated to preemies and newborns who have a lot of growing to do.
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved.

Tiny little mustard seed
Grow in grace, grow in grace
Tiny little mustard seed
Grow in grace

Branches to the right
Branches to the left
Gracefully your twigs sprout high

Branches to the right
Branches to the left
Reaching up your leaves unto the sky

Tiny little mustard seed
Grow in grace, grow in grace
Tiny little mustard seed
Grow in grace

Branches to the right
Branches to the left
Gracefully your twigs sprout high

Branches to the right
Branches to the left
​Reaching up your leaves unto the sky

Tiny little mustard seed
Tiny little mustard seed
Tiny little mustard seed
Tiny little mustard seed
​

Twinkle Twinkle Little Star

Dedicated to nieces and nephews.
By Unknown/Traditional
​Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015
​
Twinkle, twinkle, little star, 
How I wonder what you are. 
Up above the world so high, 
Like a diamond in the sky. 

When the blazing sun is gone, 
When he nothing shines upon, 
Then you show your little light, 
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night. 

Then the traveler in the dark, 
Thanks you for your tiny spark, 
He could not see which way to go, 
If you did not twinkle so. 

In the dark blue sky you keep, 
And often through my curtains peep, 
For you never shut your eye, 
Till the sun is in the sky. 

As your bright and tiny spark, 
Lights the traveler in the dark. 
Though I know not what you are, 
Twinkle, twinkle, little star. 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star. 
How I wonder what you are. 
Up above the world so high, 
Like a diamond in the sky. 

Twinkle, twinkle, little star. 
How I wonder what you are. 
How I wonder what you are.

Cameron's Crown

Dedicated to those children with a lot of potential.
By Ann Kincaid, c. 2015, All Rights Reserved
Instrumental

What A Wonderful World

Dedicated to the young at heart, of all ages. 
​By Thiele & Weiss, c. 1967, With permission
​Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015

I see trees of green, red roses, too,
I see them bloom, for me and you
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue, and clouds of white,
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow, so pretty in the sky,
Are also on the faces of people going by.
I see friends shaking hands, sayin', "How do you do?"
They're really sayin', "I love you."
​
I hear babies cryin'. I watch them grow.
They'll learn much more than I'll ever know
And I think to myself
What a wonderful world
Yes, I think to myself
What a wonderful world

The Inchworm

Dedicated to sweet grandchildren.
​By Frank Loesser, c. 1952, With permission
​Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015 
​
​Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
Eight and eight are sixteen
Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two

Inch worm, inch worm (starts here)
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
You and your arithmetic
You'll probably go far

Inch worm, inch worm
Measuring the marigolds
Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

Two and two are four
Four and four are eight
(Eight and eight are sixteen)
Seems to me you'd stop and see
(Sixteen and sixteen are thirty-two)
How beautiful they are

Seems to me you'd stop and see
How beautiful they are

Sweet Hour Of Prayer

Dedicated to parents, hopefully your little ones are asleep by now. 
​By William Walford, c. 1845
Instrumental arrangement by Ann Kincaid c. 2015
​

1. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
   That calls me from a world of care,
   And bids me at my Father’s throne
   Make all my wants and wishes known.
   In seasons of distress and grief,
   My soul has often found relief,
   And oft escaped the tempter’s snare,
   By thy return, sweet hour of prayer!
2. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
   The joys I feel, the bliss I share,
   Of those whose anxious spirits burn
   With strong desires for thy return!
   With such I hasten to the place
   Where God my Savior shows His face,
   And gladly take my station there,
   And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
3. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
   Thy wings shall my petition bear
   To Him whose truth and faithfulness
   Engage the waiting soul to bless.
   And since He bids me seek His face,
   Believe His Word and trust His grace,
   I’ll cast on Him my every care,
   And wait for thee, sweet hour of prayer!
4. Sweet hour of prayer! sweet hour of prayer!
   May I thy consolation share,
   Till, from Mount Pisgah’s lofty height,
   I view my home and take my flight.
   This robe of flesh I’ll drop, and rise
   To seize the everlasting prize,
   And shout, while passing through the air,
   “Farewell, farewell, sweet hour of prayer!”