Cradle song
Language: English 
Now the birds are folding
All their tiny wings
In the treetop cradles,
While a small wind sings.

Mother, too , is crooning
Bedtime lullabies
To her little loved one,
Wearing sleepy eyes,

And with darkness coming
At the night's command,
Baby takes the dreamboat
Bound for Slumber Land.

Authorship

Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)


Researcher for this text: Sharon Krebs [Guest Editor]

This text was added to the website: 2011-05-04
Line count: 12
Word count: 49