The dandelions have closed their eyes; Bye, baby, bye, And the stars are lighting their lamps to see Bye, baby, bye. The squirrel is dressed in a coat of gray; He wears it by night as well as by day; The robin sleeps in his feathers and down, With the warm red breast and the wings of brown; But the baby wears a little white gown. Bye, baby, bye. The squirrel's nest is a hole in a tree; And there he sleeps as snug as can be; The robin's nest is high overhead, Where the leafy boughs of the maple spread, Bye, baby, bye. CRADLE-SONG OF THE FISHERMAN'S WIFE BY ELLA HIGGINSON Swung in the hollows of the deep, Sleep, my seabird, sleep! Our boat the glistening fishes fill, Our prow turns homeward-hush be still, Sleep, sleep. The wind is springing from out the West, There is no sea our boat can whelm Rest, rest. The foam flies past us, the lightnings gleam, Dream of the cot where high and low, What though the tempest is on the deep? Be brave as a fisherman's child should be, Sleep, my seabird, sleep— Sleep, sleep. LULLABY BY ALFRED TENNYSON Sweet and low, sweet and low, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon: Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his bird in the nest; Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. CRADLE SONG ANONYMOUS Sleep, little baby of mine, Through the shadows that frown, And baby has nothing to fear. Shut, little sleepy blue eyes; Dear little head be at rest; Jesus, like you, Was a baby once, too, And slept on his own mother's breast. Sleep, little baby of mine, Soft on your pillow so white; To watch over you, dear, And nothing can harm you to-night. O, little darling of mine, What can you know of the bliss, The comfort I keep, Awake and asleep, Because I am certain of this? SWEETLY SLEEP BY JANE TAYLOR Sleep, my baby; sleep, my boy; Lullaby, sweet lullaby, In his little cradle-bed. All the little birds are sleeping Every one has gone to rest; And my precious one is resting Lullaby, sweet lullaby, Lullaby, sweet lullaby, Sleep, oh, sleep, my darling boy- Lullaby, sweet lullaby, Singing thee an evening song. A CRADLE HYMN BY ISAAC WATTS Hush! my dear, lie still, and slumber, Sleep, my babe; they food and raiment, All without thy care or payment How much better thou'rt attended |