’Twas a neighbor’s girl with laugh and curl
Who mothered his flock of the sweet increase.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! my baby, sleep!
Christ is the shepherd of His sheep,
And lambs like you to His heart he folds,
And safely holds, all safely holds,
Till the dark night dies in the arms of day,
When He kisses my lamb awake to play.
Sleep! sleep! sleep! my baby, sleep.
Like a Russian dove croons this song of love.