Sleep, my sweet child,
'Til morning fogs rise.
No monsters await
'Neath dark, lidded eyes.
Sleep 'til the morn,
When all ghosts will flee.
Sleep through the night,
And I'll stay with thee.
Sleep past the moon,
With her darkened rays,
Let your dreams take you
Aloft with the fays.
Sleep past the stars,
Though they shine bright,
And I'll stay with you
All through the night.
Not a muscle I'll move,
If you do not wake.
Just lie there still
On your placid lake.
Sleep, my sweet child,
The twilight has passed.
Sleep, my sweet child,
'Til it's matin at last. |