All is still in sweet repose

All is still in sweet repose,

Therefore, my child, you, too, must sleep.

Outside is but the rustle of the wind,

Sh, sh, sh, go to sleep, my child.

Close your little eyes,

Let them be two little buds.

Tomorrow when the sun shines,

They will blossom like flowers.

And I gaze at the little flowers,

And I kiss the little eyes,

And a mother's heart forgets

That it is spring outside.