Sleep, grandmother

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.

The rocking chair is ready to go,

And harness bells are hung in a row

As once you heard them

In soft snow.

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.

Your sons are little and silly again;

Your daughters are five, and seven, and ten;

And he that is gone

Was not gone then.

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.

The sleigh comes out of the winter woods

And carries you all in boots and hoods

To town for candy

And white dress goods.

Sleep, grandmother, sleep.

The rocking chair is old as the floor,

But there he nods, at the noisy door,

For you to be dancing

One dance more.