The soft night falls,
moonlight calls,
the starlight sings of far tomorrow. 

And through the mist,
night's tender kiss,
the earth clings to ancient sorrow. 

My babies lie in peace. 

The candle glows,
night's breath slows,
the shadows drift in waves and wander. 

Grey embers die,
"Hush", with a sigh,
they warm the silent dark no longer. 

My babies lie in peace. So lullaby. 

And now to bed,
my sleepyheads,
you'll hear the gentle breezes speak. 

So close your eyes,
let night disguise
the private dreams of children's sleep. Lullaby.