The New Moon
Dear mother, how prettyThe moon looks to-night!She was never so cunning before;Her two little hornsAre so sharp and so bright,I hope she’ll not grow any more.
If I were up thereWith you and my friends,I’d rock in it nicely you see;I’d sit in the middleAnd hold by both ends;O, what a bright cradle ‘twould be!
I would call to the starsTo keep out of the way,Lest we should rock over their toes,And there I would rockTill the dawn of the day,And see where the pretty moon goes.
And there we would stayIn the beautiful skies,And through the bright clouds we would roam;We would see the sun set,And see the sun rise,And on the next rainbow come home.
LULLABY.
Sleep, my baby, sleep, my boy;Rest your little weary head;’Tis your mother rocks her babyIn his little cradle bed.
Lullaby, sweet lullaby!
All the little birds are sleeping,Every one has gone to rest,And my precious one is restingIn his pretty cradle nest.
Lullaby, sweet lullaby!
Sleep, O, sleep, my darling boy;Wake to-morrow fresh and strong;’Tis your mother sits beside you,Singing you a cradle song.
Lullaby, sweet lullaby!