Sleep, baby, sleep

A. Pease

Sleep, baby, sleep,

Thy father is watching his sheep!

Thy sister is shaking the dreamland-tree,

And down falls a little dream on thee.

Sleep, baby, sleep!

The large stars are the sheep,

The little stars are lambs, I guess,

And the great round moon is the shepherdess.

Sleep, baby, sleep!

The father loveth his sheep!

We are the lambs of God on high

Who came on earth for our sins to die.

Sleep, baby, sleep!