Three Lullabies

Come hither, child, and rest,
This is the end of day,
Behold the weary West!

Sleep rounds with equal zest
Man's toil and children's play,
Come hither, child, and rest.

My white bird, seek thy nest,
Thy drooping head down lay,
Behold the weary West!

Now eve is manifest
And homeward lies our way,
Behold the weary West!

Tired flower! upon my breast
I would wear thee alway,
Come hither, child, and rest -
Behold the weary West!

Things will be better in the morning.
Sleep now. It’s time to go to bed.
Outside it’s windy and it’s storming.
Oh weary child, won’t you rest your head?
 
There will be hope and there’ll be laughter.
Fairy tales with happy ever afters.
And all the stories you were told will come true
and all you need to do is wait till
 
Things will be better when it’s light out.
Right now, outside it’s dark and grim.
So will you let me turn your light out?
Sleep now and let peace enter in.
 
And we’ll go running on the hillside.
Run so fast that all your tears will have dried.
And all the sadness that you feel will disappear.
There’s nothing you should fear.
 
Just wait till things will be better in the morning.