All aboard, my baby,
For the land of dreams,
All the little slumber-boats
Are paddling in the streams.

Now the twinkling star-lamps
Light the dusky way
To lead my baby safely
From out the tired day.

'Way up in the tree-top
Birdies are asleep,
Nesting close to mother-bird:
I can hear them peep.

I think, a little dream-cloud,
As it passed them by,
Dropped a tiny message
From out the fleecy sky.

Humming birds will fan you
With their whirring wing,
And little silver ripples
Your lullaby will sing.

All aboard, my baby,
For the land of dreams,
Now the little shadow-swans
Are sailing in the streams.

They will take my baby
On their wings of light
Into sunny gardens,
Where all is fair and bright.