Slumber, beloved,
The day has gone to rest.
See how the stars are blinking,
Wearily, wanly winking;
Sleep thou, my dear one, lie quietly on mother's breast.

Winds gently sway the heather;
Now we will rest together,
Till day shall dawn, and birds wake in their nest,
Till then, O dear one
Close thine eyes in slumber light;
Sleep! Wrapped in slumber light;
Sleep! Shining stars are watching o'er thee thro' the night:
Sleep!