HARVEST SLUMBER SONG.
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,Red is the moon in the night’s still deep,White are the stars with their silver wingsFolded in dreamings of beautiful things,And over their cradle the night wind sings,Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.Soft in the lap of the mother nightThe wee baby stars, all glowing and bright,Flutter their silver wings and crowTo the watchful winds that kiss as they blowRound the air-cradle that swings so lowDown in the lap of the mother night.Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,Red is the moon in the night’s still deep,And the wee baby stars are all folded and kissedIn a luminous cradle of silver mist;And if ever they waken the winds cry, Whist,Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,Red is the moon in the night’s still deep,White are the stars with their silver wingsFolded in dreamings of beautiful things,And over their cradle the night wind sings,Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.Soft in the lap of the mother nightThe wee baby stars, all glowing and bright,Flutter their silver wings and crowTo the watchful winds that kiss as they blowRound the air-cradle that swings so lowDown in the lap of the mother night.Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,Red is the moon in the night’s still deep,And the wee baby stars are all folded and kissedIn a luminous cradle of silver mist;And if ever they waken the winds cry, Whist,Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,Red is the moon in the night’s still deep,White are the stars with their silver wingsFolded in dreamings of beautiful things,And over their cradle the night wind sings,Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Soft in the lap of the mother nightThe wee baby stars, all glowing and bright,Flutter their silver wings and crowTo the watchful winds that kiss as they blowRound the air-cradle that swings so lowDown in the lap of the mother night.
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,Red is the moon in the night’s still deep,And the wee baby stars are all folded and kissedIn a luminous cradle of silver mist;And if ever they waken the winds cry, Whist,Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.