In the night the shadows creep,
(Soft and slow, soft and slow)
From the forest dark and deep,
(Soft my dear, and slow) 

From the mountain and the sea,
Stealing very silently,
Till their dusky wings are furled
Round about the weary world

While with folded wings they stand,
(Gray and still, gray and still)
All the world is shadowland,
(Gray my dear, and still) 

Birds are silent in the nest,
Little children are at rest,
Crickets peep and fireflies glow,
While they wander to and fro.

As they sing a cradle song,
(Sweet and low, sweet and low)
To the world the nighttime long
(Sweet my dear, and low)

Sing a song of lullaby
While the weary earth and sky
Slumber all the darkness through
In the starlight and the dew.