Songs We Like to Sing

Published 1912 Cradle Song

W. Taubert

Sleep, my baby, sleep,
O'er thee watch we keep,
Night hangs over field and hall,
Softly down the snowflakes fall;
Round and round they seem to wander
From the silent darkness yonder,
Cov'ring street and hill so deep,
Sleep, my baby, sleep.

Rest, my darling, rest,
In thy downy nest,
Now the dogs have ceased to bark,
Beggars hide when all is dark;
Little birds their young are tending
When the light of day is ending,
Close thine eys on mother's breast,
Rest, my darling, rest.