Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, my dear, Nothing can harm you, for mother is near. The journey is short, and the stars twinkle bright O'er your path into Byloland, baby, good-night. Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, my pet, Grasses that cover your pathway are wet With dewdrops that sparkle like jewels so bright, Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, good-night. Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, sweetheart of mine, Rest from their prattle those red lips of thine. Bridges you cross in your Byloland flight Sway to your footsteps, my baby, good-night. Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, baby, my love, Angels are watching thy cradle above. Thy feet into Byloland's dreamy delight Have entered, then rest, little pilgrim, good-night. |