O mother, tuck the children in,

And draw the curtains round their heads;

And mother, when the storms begin,

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!