Lullaby Baby, lullaby dear!
Yield thee to slumber, Mother is near;
Far on Sleep's ocean fear not to go,
God is around thee, loving thee so!
Does she fly away to the home of Night,
When eyelids droop over blue eyes bright?
Does she seek the place where the dreams are born,
Clad in her dreaming-dress of white?
Her cradle sways like a fairy boat
On the gentle Slumber river afloat,