 | Songs in the Whirlwind |  |
SLUMBER SONG.
Darling, good-night! Your tired eyelids close,
Weary of play your hands seek repose;
Dream voices floating out of the West
Call thee to golden rest.
Weary of play your hands seek repose;
Dream voices floating out of the West
Call thee to golden rest.
Slumber, my darling, you shall not know
Ought yet of anguish, sorrow or woe,
Mother will guard thee, angels will keep
Watch o'er their loved one's sleep.
Ought yet of anguish, sorrow or woe,
Mother will guard thee, angels will keep
Watch o'er their loved one's sleep.
Whisper your prayer in your sweet tender voice,
Pray that the lonely heart may rejoice;
Angels shall carry thy prayer far away
Into the land of day.
Pray that the lonely heart may rejoice;
Angels shall carry thy prayer far away
Into the land of day.
Two little tears in your tender brown eyes,
Two lips that murmur two little sighs;
Slumber, my darling, morning shall bring
Flowers, and the birds that sing.
Two lips that murmur two little sighs;
Slumber, my darling, morning shall bring
Flowers, and the birds that sing.
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