Rest your little weary head;
’Tis your mother rocks her boy
In his little cradle bed.
All the little birds are sleeping—
Every one has gone to rest;
And my precious one is resting
In his pretty cradle nest.
BABY! SLEEP!
Sleep, baby! sleep!
Rest your little weary head;
’Tis your mother rocks her boy
In his little cradle bed.
All the little birds are sleeping—
Every one has gone to rest;
And my precious one is resting
In his pretty cradle nest.
BABY! SLEEP!
Sleep, baby! sleep!