A Lullaby

The stars are twinkling in the skies,     The earth is lost in slumbers deep;     So hush, my sweet, and close thine eyes,     And let me lull thy soul to sleep.     Compose thy dimpled hands to rest,     And like a little birdling lie     Secure within thy cozy nest     Upon my loving mother breast,     And slumber to my lullaby,     So hushaby--O hushaby.     The moon is singing to a star     The little song I sing to you;     The father sun has strayed afar,     As baby's sire is straying too.     And so the loving mother moon     Sings to the little star on high;     And as she sings, her gentle tune     Is borne to me, and thus I croon     For thee, my sweet, that lullaby     Of hushaby--O hushaby.     There is a little one asleep     That does not hear his mother's song;     But angel watchers--as I weep--     Surround his grave the night-tide long.     And as I sing, my sweet, to you,     Oh, would the lullaby I sing--     The same sweet lullaby he knew     While slumb'ring on this bosom too--     Were borne to him on angel's wing!     So hushaby--O hushaby.