For you,my dear,this lullaby I sing;
Sweet slumber my soft music shall bring !
Close your eyes to this mundane world-
A realm of fantasy you'll behold!
Oh sleep! let your gentle arms embrace
This little flower of our garden with grace!
Heavenly music can't match your voice;
To watch you toddle around is the greatest of joys!
It is a delight to see you eat
With food strewn over your dresses neat.
Oh sleep ! let your gentle arms embrace
This little flower of our garden with grace!
Can ever worry steal away your mirth ,
Making you miserable on this very earth ?
Can anxious thoughts about future life
Hang above you like a Damocle's knife?
Oh sleep ! let your gentle arms embrace
This little flower of our garden with grace !
Your wants are simple ,needs are few;
You cry only when the milk is due.
A broken toy can give you pleasure
More than any other earthly treasure.
Oh sleep! let your gentle arms embrace
This little flower of our garden with grace !
Sleep on little one ,this is the time !
When age advances you'll reach your prime.
Duties will increase and worries will creep--
Even cosy beds can't make you sleep.
Oh sleep ! let your gentle arms embrace
This little flower of our garden with grace !!!