O sleep thou heav’n born treasure, thou,
sleep sound, thou dearest child;
White angle wings shall fan thy brow
with breezes soft and mild.
Lullaby, lullaby, sleep, sleep softly, lullaby.

See, Mary has with Mother’s love a bed for thee outspread,
While Joseph stoops and watches at thy head,
The lambkins in the stall so nigh, that thou may’st sleep,
have hushed their cry.
Lullaby, lullaby, sleep, sleep softly, lullaby.

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.
Lullaby, lullaby, sleep, sleep softly, lullaby.