Margaret's Cradle Song
Knut Håkanson
The roof that rears above him
To Heaven seems to rise;
Now wakes my little Hãkon
And lifts his dreamy eyes.
He builds himself a staircase
To climb to yonder star,
Then with the angels rises
To where the blessed are.
May angels watch my darling
From out the heaven's blue;
God shield thee, little Hākon,
Thy mother watcheth too.