Lullaby, the sun is going—
Comes an old man up the stairs,
For a cap the night mists flowing,
And a cloak of dreams he wears;
Lullaby, the sun is going.
Lullaby, the stars are shining—
Like a shadow stealthily
Through the nursery door he's creeping.
Lullaby, the stars are shining.
Lullaby, the moon is beaming—
Gently smiling, soft he throws
Golden sand of dream-land gleaming,
On the lids that will not close.
Lullaby, the moon is beaming.
Lullaby, soft winds are breathing-
Now the old man's gone away;
Dream wings round the sleeper wreathing
Cradle him till comes the day.
Lullaby, soft winds are breathing.
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