A LULLABY
Littlebirdie, fold thy wings,Snuggle in thy nest;While the wind thy cradle swings,Baby-birdie, rest!Oh, so wee and warm and nearTo thy mamma’s breast!Oh, so free from harm and fear!Go to rest, go to rest!Little flower, hide thy face,For ’tis eventide!In the sleepy night’s embrace,Little flower, hide!Oh, so wee and fair and stillOn thy mamma’s breast!Oh, so free from care and ill!Be at rest, be at rest!Little baby, close thine eyes;Fairies come for theeFrom the land of lullabys,Where my baby’ll beOh, so blissful while she sleepsOn her mamma’s breast!And I kiss her smiling lips;She’s at rest, she’s at rest!
Littlebirdie, fold thy wings,Snuggle in thy nest;While the wind thy cradle swings,Baby-birdie, rest!Oh, so wee and warm and nearTo thy mamma’s breast!Oh, so free from harm and fear!Go to rest, go to rest!Little flower, hide thy face,For ’tis eventide!In the sleepy night’s embrace,Little flower, hide!Oh, so wee and fair and stillOn thy mamma’s breast!Oh, so free from care and ill!Be at rest, be at rest!Little baby, close thine eyes;Fairies come for theeFrom the land of lullabys,Where my baby’ll beOh, so blissful while she sleepsOn her mamma’s breast!And I kiss her smiling lips;She’s at rest, she’s at rest!
Littlebirdie, fold thy wings,Snuggle in thy nest;While the wind thy cradle swings,Baby-birdie, rest!Oh, so wee and warm and nearTo thy mamma’s breast!Oh, so free from harm and fear!Go to rest, go to rest!
Littlebirdie, fold thy wings,
Snuggle in thy nest;
While the wind thy cradle swings,
Baby-birdie, rest!
Oh, so wee and warm and near
To thy mamma’s breast!
Oh, so free from harm and fear!
Go to rest, go to rest!
Little flower, hide thy face,For ’tis eventide!In the sleepy night’s embrace,Little flower, hide!Oh, so wee and fair and stillOn thy mamma’s breast!Oh, so free from care and ill!Be at rest, be at rest!
Little flower, hide thy face,
For ’tis eventide!
In the sleepy night’s embrace,
Little flower, hide!
Oh, so wee and fair and still
On thy mamma’s breast!
Oh, so free from care and ill!
Be at rest, be at rest!
Little baby, close thine eyes;Fairies come for theeFrom the land of lullabys,Where my baby’ll beOh, so blissful while she sleepsOn her mamma’s breast!And I kiss her smiling lips;She’s at rest, she’s at rest!
Little baby, close thine eyes;
Fairies come for thee
From the land of lullabys,
Where my baby’ll be
Oh, so blissful while she sleeps
On her mamma’s breast!
And I kiss her smiling lips;
She’s at rest, she’s at rest!