The flowers are long asleep

The flowers are long asleep

In the moonlight;

They nod their heads

On slender stems.

The blossoming tree's a-quiver,

Whispering as in a dream:

Sleep,

sleep, my child!

The birdies sang so sweetly

While the sun was shining;

Now they've gone to sleep

In their little nests.

Only the cricket sings his song

Deep in the meadow.

Sleep,

sleep, my child!

The Sand Man sneaks up

And peeks in the window

To see if some little darling

Is not in bed.

Whenever he finds a child

He strews sand in his eyes.

Sleep,

sleep, my child!

Sand Man, go away now,

My dear one's fast asleep,

His peepers tightly closed.

Tomorrow morning

Those innocent little eyes

Will shine again to greet me.

Sleep,

sleep, my child!