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CRADLE SONG
Bees are resting sugary thighs,
Stars awake in the evening skies,
Timothy, Timothy, close your eyes,
King of the cradle, sleep.
Stars awake in the evening skies,
Timothy, Timothy, close your eyes,
King of the cradle, sleep.
Sleep, my honey; O sleep, my star,
Dream where the rainbow ribbons are,
Ride with the Queen in the Fairies' car,
King of the cradle, sleep.
Dream where the rainbow ribbons are,
Ride with the Queen in the Fairies' car,
King of the cradle, sleep.
Father is tossing upon the sea,
Timothy rocks at home with me;
Weary of trumpet, cannon, and knee,
King of the cradle, sleep.
Timothy rocks at home with me;
Weary of trumpet, cannon, and knee,
King of the cradle, sleep.
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God, whose babes are many and far,
Keep him from craft, and save from war;
Give to my rose from a golden star,
Honey and innocent sleep.
Keep him from craft, and save from war;
Give to my rose from a golden star,
Honey and innocent sleep.
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