Cradle song

Sleep, sleep

Sleep, my darling sleep;

Sleep, my darling, sleep;

The pity of it all is all we compass if

We watch disaster fall.

Put off your twenty odd

Encumbered years and creep

Into the only heaven,

The robbers cave of sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

The wild grass will whisper,

Lights of passing cars

Will streak across your dreams

And fumble at the stars;

Life will tap the window

Only to soon again

Life will have her answer

Do not ask her when.

When the winsome bubble

Shivers, when the bough Braks,

will be the moment But not here of now.

Sleep and asleep, forget,

The watchers on the wall Awake all night

who know The pity of it all.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,

sleep, my darling, sleep.