Sleep, my eye, sleep, sleep a slumber hale, Like pilgrims in the Meena vale; Sweetly rest till morning light, My little farmer boy so bright; Beauty mine supernal, Like sweet flowers vernal; Kept safe in the stronghold by God in the skies, Kept safe in the stronghold by God in the skies. Sleep, my eye, oh! sleep a slumber sweet! May sorrow ne'er thy eyesight meet; In thy cradle rest thy head, Soft in the little silken bed; Thy God will defend thee, Fortune may attend thee, The Lord of the heavens will His promise fulfil, The Lord of the heavens will His promise fulfil. |