o sleep
thou heaven-born treasure
thou
sleep sound
thou dearest child
white angel wings shall fan thy brow
with breezes soft and mild
we shepherds poor are here to sing
a simple lullaby to our king
lullaby
lullaby
sleep
sleep softly
lullaby
see mary has with mother's love
a bed for thee outspread
while joseph stoops him from above
and watches at thy head
the lambkins in the stall so nigh
that thou may sleep
have hushed their cry
and when thou'rt big and art a man
full woe's in store for thee;
for cruel men thy death will plan
and hang thee on a tree
so sleep
my baby
whilst thou may
'twill give thee rest against that day