Where is the road to Lullaby-land?Where is the ferry to Dreamland-shore?Here, little wanderer, take my hand,Mother will show thee to Lullaby-land,Mother will ferry her darling o’erThe sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.Soft lie the shadows in Lullaby-land,Soft lap the waters by Dreamland-shore,Sweet is the sound on that far-away strandOf little keels grating along the sand,And tenderly stealeth the moonlight o’erThe dear little children on Dreamland-shore.Here, little weary one, take my hand,Soon shall my dearie be far afloat;Mother’s lap is Lullaby-land,Mother’s arms are the empty boat,Waiting to carry her darling o’erThe sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.—Edith Colby Banfield.
Where is the road to Lullaby-land?Where is the ferry to Dreamland-shore?Here, little wanderer, take my hand,Mother will show thee to Lullaby-land,Mother will ferry her darling o’erThe sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.Soft lie the shadows in Lullaby-land,Soft lap the waters by Dreamland-shore,Sweet is the sound on that far-away strandOf little keels grating along the sand,And tenderly stealeth the moonlight o’erThe dear little children on Dreamland-shore.Here, little weary one, take my hand,Soon shall my dearie be far afloat;Mother’s lap is Lullaby-land,Mother’s arms are the empty boat,Waiting to carry her darling o’erThe sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.—Edith Colby Banfield.
Where is the road to Lullaby-land?Where is the ferry to Dreamland-shore?Here, little wanderer, take my hand,Mother will show thee to Lullaby-land,Mother will ferry her darling o’erThe sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.
Where is the road to Lullaby-land?
Where is the ferry to Dreamland-shore?
Here, little wanderer, take my hand,
Mother will show thee to Lullaby-land,
Mother will ferry her darling o’er
The sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.
Soft lie the shadows in Lullaby-land,Soft lap the waters by Dreamland-shore,Sweet is the sound on that far-away strandOf little keels grating along the sand,And tenderly stealeth the moonlight o’erThe dear little children on Dreamland-shore.
Soft lie the shadows in Lullaby-land,
Soft lap the waters by Dreamland-shore,
Sweet is the sound on that far-away strand
Of little keels grating along the sand,
And tenderly stealeth the moonlight o’er
The dear little children on Dreamland-shore.
Here, little weary one, take my hand,Soon shall my dearie be far afloat;Mother’s lap is Lullaby-land,Mother’s arms are the empty boat,Waiting to carry her darling o’erThe sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.—Edith Colby Banfield.
Here, little weary one, take my hand,
Soon shall my dearie be far afloat;
Mother’s lap is Lullaby-land,
Mother’s arms are the empty boat,
Waiting to carry her darling o’er
The sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.
—Edith Colby Banfield.