Text by Amice Calverley (1896-1959)
(Some punctuation added by Daniella Theresia)
The big, round sun has gone to bed
with rosy pillows for his head.
Sleep, my little son, too,
In your cradle beribboned with blue.
The silver stars are shining bright
Watching in heaven all night they peep.
Hush-a-bye, rock-a-bye, lull-a-bye, sleep
While Mother watches you.
The pale, tired moon must go to rest
Where dawn glow climbs the earth’s dark crest.
Wake! my little son, wake!
Your eyes unlock, your dimpled fists shake.
The nice, clean world is bathed in dew
My baby shall his bath too, and play
Pat-a-cake, peek-a-boo, fold his hand, pray
Dear Lord, bless us this day.