The squirrel has gone to his nest;
The robins are sleeping, the mother bird’s keeping
The little ones warm with her breast.
The roebuck is dreaming, my little pappoose,
His mate lies asleep at his side;
The breezes are pining, the moonbeams are shining
All over the prairies wide.
Then hush-a-by, rock-a-by, little pappoose,
You sail on the river of dreams;
Dear Manitou loves you, and watches above you,