Sleep, baby, sleep, The wind is driving the red, red leaves, The birds are hiding beneath the eaves, The sun sinks softly to rest. Pretty one, sleep, sleep. Sleep, baby, sleep, The black clouds have curtained the eastern sky, The moon, in a silver sea, sails by; And the stars shine out in the west. Little one, sleep, sleep. Sleep, baby, sleep, The night winds murmur across the wold, The lambkins lie close in the shade of the fold, Lie close in the mother sheep's breast. Pretty one, sleep, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |