Mother Earth

O mother, tuck the children in, And draw the curtains round their heads; And mother, when the storms begin, Let storms forbear those cradle beds.

And if the sleepers wake too soon, Say, "Children, 'tis too early yet!" And hush them with a sleepy tune, And closer draw the coverlet.

O Mother Earth, be good to all The little sleepers in thy care; And when 'tis time to wake them, call A beam of sun, a breath of air!