by Helen Taylor (1876 - 1943)

Cradle Me Low
Language: English 
Cradle me low in my woodland bed,
Cradle me low and deep;
Dim are the branches overhead,

And time it is to sleep.

Cradle me low, and sing again
The song I love the best,
Leave me a rose where your lips have lain,
Then sweet will be my rest.

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