Mother will show thee to Lullaby-land,
Mother will ferry her darling o’er
The sweet rocking waters to Dreamland-shore.
Soft lie the shadows in Lullaby-land,
Soft lap the waters by Dreamland-shore,
Sweet is the sound on that far-away strand
Of little keels grating along the sand,
And tenderly stealeth the moonlight o’er
The dear little children on Dreamland-shore.
Here, little weary one, take my hand,