Ere the moon begins to rise
Or a star to shine,
All the bluebells close their eyes;
So close thine,
Thine, dear, thine!
Sleep, love, sleep, 
Slumber deep; 
Sleep, sleep, sleep, 
So sleep.

Birds are sleeping in the nest,
On the swaying bough;
Thus, against the mother's breast,
So sleep thou,
Sleep, sleep, sleep!