Sleep thou! Baby mine,
In thy cradle rocking;
Soft wings (pauza) and shine
‘Round thy pillow white.
Hush! While thy mother sings
Songs of olden fancy;
Morn drops down from God,
On the creeping night.
Low to thee, my dear!
Bends thy mother humming;
Stars shine silver, dear!
In the dusky sky.
Fears shall not mar thy sleep;
No sound shall awake thee;
Sleep; my baby, sleep;
‘Till the dark creeps by.