Close your weary eyes, my dearie,
While the birds in yonder tree
And the brook in yonder meadow
Sing their lullaby to thee.
Fairies now their night watch keeping,
Sending each a sweetest dream; Sing low,
Far away to Slumberland.

Bluebells in the lanes so shady,
Ringing out the curfew long;
Sweet daffodil and primrose
Fold their petals with the song.
Ev'ry flow'r is gently nodding
As the shade of ev'ning falls;
For the sun has gone to slumber
Till bright day calls.

Close your weary eyes, my dearie,
Lullabies we softly hum;
Sing low,
Far away in Slumberland