Still your thoughts,
oh child of mine.
Rest your head,
upon my breast.
Hear the angels,
sing your name.
But always know
I love you best.
Close your eyes,
oh child of mine.
Let no worries,
crease your brow.
The sun has sunk,
the moon climbs high.
And I will love you,
‘till I die.
Weep no more,
oh child of mine.
Your fever’s broke,
your hand is cold.
You are forever
my little love,
and now you never
will grow old.
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