LULLABY SONG
WHERE does my sweetheart Baby goWhile the cradle is swinging her to and fro,—While Mother is singing a lullabyIn a voice like none other, so sweet and low?Lullaby Baby, lullaby dear!Yield thee to slumber, Mother is near;Far on Sleep's ocean fear not to go,God is around thee, loving thee so!Does she fly away to the home of Night,When eyelids droop over blue eyes bright?Does she seek the place where the dreams are born,Clad in her dreaming-dress of white?Her cradle sways like a fairy boatOn the gentle Slumber river afloat,That bears on its bosom a baby fleet,As the sunbeam many a shining mote.So swiftly the babies are sweeping alongAs if a breeze in the sail blew strong,Yet no waves beat, for it is not the windBut the crooning of many a mother-song.Down Slumber river their course they keep,Until they come to the sea of Sleep;And the mermaids tell them of wonderful things,For they are the dreams that arise from the deep.
WHERE does my sweetheart Baby goWhile the cradle is swinging her to and fro,—While Mother is singing a lullabyIn a voice like none other, so sweet and low?Lullaby Baby, lullaby dear!Yield thee to slumber, Mother is near;Far on Sleep's ocean fear not to go,God is around thee, loving thee so!Does she fly away to the home of Night,When eyelids droop over blue eyes bright?Does she seek the place where the dreams are born,Clad in her dreaming-dress of white?Her cradle sways like a fairy boatOn the gentle Slumber river afloat,That bears on its bosom a baby fleet,As the sunbeam many a shining mote.So swiftly the babies are sweeping alongAs if a breeze in the sail blew strong,Yet no waves beat, for it is not the windBut the crooning of many a mother-song.Down Slumber river their course they keep,Until they come to the sea of Sleep;And the mermaids tell them of wonderful things,For they are the dreams that arise from the deep.
WHERE does my sweetheart Baby goWhile the cradle is swinging her to and fro,—While Mother is singing a lullabyIn a voice like none other, so sweet and low?
WHERE does my sweetheart Baby go
While the cradle is swinging her to and fro,—
While Mother is singing a lullaby
In a voice like none other, so sweet and low?
Lullaby Baby, lullaby dear!Yield thee to slumber, Mother is near;Far on Sleep's ocean fear not to go,God is around thee, loving thee so!
Lullaby Baby, lullaby dear!
Yield thee to slumber, Mother is near;
Far on Sleep's ocean fear not to go,
God is around thee, loving thee so!
Does she fly away to the home of Night,When eyelids droop over blue eyes bright?Does she seek the place where the dreams are born,Clad in her dreaming-dress of white?
Does she fly away to the home of Night,
When eyelids droop over blue eyes bright?
Does she seek the place where the dreams are born,
Clad in her dreaming-dress of white?
Her cradle sways like a fairy boatOn the gentle Slumber river afloat,That bears on its bosom a baby fleet,As the sunbeam many a shining mote.
Her cradle sways like a fairy boat
On the gentle Slumber river afloat,
That bears on its bosom a baby fleet,
As the sunbeam many a shining mote.
So swiftly the babies are sweeping alongAs if a breeze in the sail blew strong,Yet no waves beat, for it is not the windBut the crooning of many a mother-song.
So swiftly the babies are sweeping along
As if a breeze in the sail blew strong,
Yet no waves beat, for it is not the wind
But the crooning of many a mother-song.
Down Slumber river their course they keep,Until they come to the sea of Sleep;And the mermaids tell them of wonderful things,For they are the dreams that arise from the deep.
Down Slumber river their course they keep,
Until they come to the sea of Sleep;
And the mermaids tell them of wonderful things,
For they are the dreams that arise from the deep.