O mother, tuck the children in,
And draw the curtains round their heads;
And mother, when the storms begin,
Let storms forbear those cradle beds.
And if the sleepers wake too soon,
Say, "Children, 'tis too early yet!"
And hush them with a sleepy tune,
And closer draw the coverlet.
O Mother Earth, be good to all
The little sleepers in thy care;
And when 'tis time to wake them, call
A beam of sun, a breath of air!