GOOD NIGHT.BySARAH DOUDNEY.“SLEEP, SISTER, SLEEP.”All rights reserved.]Sleep, sister, sleep, while the lovely lightShines still through the dark old firs;The birds sleep sound in their nests all night,And only the wild wind stirs;Far over the hills and far awayThe earth is losing its gold;And sheep-bells chime through the twilight grey,While the flocks come home to fold.Lie down, my dear, in your own warm nest,And sister will sit and singWhen mother watches her darling’s rest,And the stars are clusteringLike silver flowers in the darkened sky,And the toil of man is done;Sleep, baby, sleep to my lullaby,And wake with the waking sun!
BySARAH DOUDNEY.
“SLEEP, SISTER, SLEEP.”
“SLEEP, SISTER, SLEEP.”
“SLEEP, SISTER, SLEEP.”
All rights reserved.]
Sleep, sister, sleep, while the lovely lightShines still through the dark old firs;The birds sleep sound in their nests all night,And only the wild wind stirs;Far over the hills and far awayThe earth is losing its gold;And sheep-bells chime through the twilight grey,While the flocks come home to fold.Lie down, my dear, in your own warm nest,And sister will sit and singWhen mother watches her darling’s rest,And the stars are clusteringLike silver flowers in the darkened sky,And the toil of man is done;Sleep, baby, sleep to my lullaby,And wake with the waking sun!
Sleep, sister, sleep, while the lovely lightShines still through the dark old firs;The birds sleep sound in their nests all night,And only the wild wind stirs;Far over the hills and far awayThe earth is losing its gold;And sheep-bells chime through the twilight grey,While the flocks come home to fold.Lie down, my dear, in your own warm nest,And sister will sit and singWhen mother watches her darling’s rest,And the stars are clusteringLike silver flowers in the darkened sky,And the toil of man is done;Sleep, baby, sleep to my lullaby,And wake with the waking sun!
Sleep, sister, sleep, while the lovely lightShines still through the dark old firs;The birds sleep sound in their nests all night,And only the wild wind stirs;Far over the hills and far awayThe earth is losing its gold;And sheep-bells chime through the twilight grey,While the flocks come home to fold.
Sleep, sister, sleep, while the lovely light
Shines still through the dark old firs;
The birds sleep sound in their nests all night,
And only the wild wind stirs;
Far over the hills and far away
The earth is losing its gold;
And sheep-bells chime through the twilight grey,
While the flocks come home to fold.
Lie down, my dear, in your own warm nest,And sister will sit and singWhen mother watches her darling’s rest,And the stars are clusteringLike silver flowers in the darkened sky,And the toil of man is done;Sleep, baby, sleep to my lullaby,And wake with the waking sun!
Lie down, my dear, in your own warm nest,
And sister will sit and sing
When mother watches her darling’s rest,
And the stars are clustering
Like silver flowers in the darkened sky,
And the toil of man is done;
Sleep, baby, sleep to my lullaby,
And wake with the waking sun!