Sleep, my honey, dreaming time is here, Fancy in her barge is drifting near, In the slumb'ring pine the birdie sings To the weary charge beneath her wings. Sleep, my honey, sleep to-night, to-night. Lay your head upon my heaving breast; From my soul I grant you peace and rest; Never sandman come to wake my child With a melody so strangely wild. Sleep, my honey, sleep to-night, to-night |