LULLABY OF THE MOON

Softly sway the little cradle;Softly in the quiet nightLet my pure beams touch the darling,As I kissed Eve’s babies bright.As I played among the tressesOf her lovely Abel’s head,As I poured my floods of silver’Round her happy ones long fled.When the grand old Ark was building,Noah’s babies then I kissed,And they laughed and cooed their welcome,When full-orbed I cheered the east.Through the long and fearful DelugeI was hidden from the Ark,But when cleared away the tempestAnd the sky was chill and dark,Then I rose, my lamp full-burning,Pouring silver on the flood,Till the mighty, shoreless ocean,Sparkling, shouted praise to God.How I watched the Ark while billowsWere returning to their place,And glad hearts from Noah’s windowSo rejoiced to see my face.Sway the little cradle softly;Let me touch the darling’s cheek.Every darling, through the ages,In their thoughts to me will speak.Baby lips for me are smiling;Baby fingers point to me,When my silver sails spread widestOn the great, blue, silent sea.

Softly sway the little cradle;

Softly in the quiet night

Let my pure beams touch the darling,

As I kissed Eve’s babies bright.

As I played among the tresses

Of her lovely Abel’s head,

As I poured my floods of silver

’Round her happy ones long fled.

When the grand old Ark was building,Noah’s babies then I kissed,And they laughed and cooed their welcome,When full-orbed I cheered the east.Through the long and fearful DelugeI was hidden from the Ark,But when cleared away the tempestAnd the sky was chill and dark,

When the grand old Ark was building,

Noah’s babies then I kissed,

And they laughed and cooed their welcome,

When full-orbed I cheered the east.

Through the long and fearful Deluge

I was hidden from the Ark,

But when cleared away the tempest

And the sky was chill and dark,

Then I rose, my lamp full-burning,Pouring silver on the flood,Till the mighty, shoreless ocean,Sparkling, shouted praise to God.How I watched the Ark while billowsWere returning to their place,And glad hearts from Noah’s windowSo rejoiced to see my face.

Then I rose, my lamp full-burning,

Pouring silver on the flood,

Till the mighty, shoreless ocean,

Sparkling, shouted praise to God.

How I watched the Ark while billows

Were returning to their place,

And glad hearts from Noah’s window

So rejoiced to see my face.

Sway the little cradle softly;Let me touch the darling’s cheek.Every darling, through the ages,In their thoughts to me will speak.Baby lips for me are smiling;Baby fingers point to me,When my silver sails spread widestOn the great, blue, silent sea.

Sway the little cradle softly;

Let me touch the darling’s cheek.

Every darling, through the ages,

In their thoughts to me will speak.

Baby lips for me are smiling;

Baby fingers point to me,

When my silver sails spread widest

On the great, blue, silent sea.

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