Little stars in heav'n so bright,
Peeping through the clouds of white,
Angels fair in heav'n above, look down, look down,
Look down tenderly with your love,
And hush to sleep this tired child tonight.

Angels, who keep watch on high,
Guard my child while dark hours fly,
Lead him into dreamland!
There what lovely toys they bring him,
There what wondrous songs they sing him,
Ev'ry joy his heart would know,
Angels with their love bestow.

Hark! I can hear the sound of beautiful chariots going,
Of golden chariots far away,
Oh, haste to their silverhorns blowing,
Oh! haste to their silverhorns glowing.

See, how those fairy elves their pretty rose cups are quaffing!
Oh, drink my child that nectar sweet,
And join in their singing, and laughing,
And join in their singing and laughing!

Rest, my child, the morn looks down,
Now through thy window, over the town,
Close thy weary eyes in sleep, sweet sleep, sweet sleep,
I shall be near thee till morning glows,
So sleep and dream in blest repose.