A LULLABY

The stars are twinkling in the skies,

The earth is lost in slumbers deep;

So hush, my sweet, and close thine eyes,

And let me lull thy soul to sleep.

Compose thy dimpled hands to rest,

And like a little birdling lie

Secure within thy cozy nest

Upon my loving mother breast,

And slumber to my lullaby,

So hushaby — O hushaby.

The moon is singing to a star

The little song I sing to you;

The father sun has strayed afar,

As baby's sire is straying too.

And so the loving mother moon

Sings to the little star on high;

And as she sings, her gentle tune

Is borne to me, and thus I croon

For thee, my sweet, that lullaby

Of hushaby — O hushaby.

There is a little one asleep

That does not hear his mother's song;

But angel watchers — as I weep —

Surround his grave the night-tide long.

And as I sing, my sweet, to you,

Oh, would the lullaby I sing —

The same sweet lullaby he knew

While slumb'ring on this bosom too —

Were borne to him on angel's wing!

So hushaby — O hushaby.