Lullaby

Hark! The wind is rocking the robins in their nest— All the little children long have gone to rest— Every tiny lambkin out upon the hill Is curled up by its mother, white and warm and still. Butterflies are sleeping beneath a midnight spell Swinging on a green leaf or in a flower bell— On muffled wing the grey owl takes his lonely flight While all the drowsy crickets chirp a long good-night.

O restless little baby, shut your wondering eyes, For now the stars are nodding, nodding, in the skies. They're growing very weary of the watch they keep And want to stop atwinkling and go fast asleep. Hear the clocks all striking! The moon grows very bright, But still the ship from dreamland tarries out of sight. Hurry kindly Captain, across the silver dew, There's one more little baby wants to sail along with you!