Down from the mountain

Down from the mountain

Steals the day's end

my child lies in the cradle,

the little birds are nesting,

one little songbird only

sings in the twilight:

Good night, good night, dear child, good night

The toy lies in the cabinet,

the clothes are on the bench

Alone, a little mouse

rustles in the closet,

the evening star shines above

and beckons the child from afar.

Good night, good night, dear child, good night

The cradle rocks on its rail,

The clock ticks back and forth,

The flies still buzz,

Softly in the distance.

Ye flies, leave my child in peace!

Why come buzzing into his room?

Good night, good night, dear child, good night

The bird and the stars,

And all who are all about,

Surely love my child,

The angels even more.

They shield him with their wings

And softly sing, "Sleep in peace!"

Good night, good night, dear child, good night