Sleep well, you child of heaven

Sleep well, you child of heaven,

sleep well, you sweet child;

little angels fan you calmly

with the gentle breeze of Heaven.

We poor shepherds sing for you

a little heartfelt lullaby;

sleep, little child of heaven, sleep.

Mary has, with a mother's love,

covered you gently

and Joseph almost holds his breath

so as not to awaken you.

The lambs that are in the stalls

are silent before you, child of heaven;

sleep, sleep, little son of heaven, sleep.