Lullaby

Lullaby by Margaret Mitchell Wilcox

Over the meadow the breezes come straying,
Slowly the sun sinks into the west;
Gently the leaves on the trees are swaying,
Just like Mother's own babe, in its nest.

And the beautiful dark comes softly stealing,
As the daytime is closing its beautiful eyes,
And into the baby's bed comes creeping,
To sleep with my darling beneath the skies.

Oh! the beautiful dark is the daytime sleeping,
While the stars are shining over your head.
Oh! the beautiful dark is ever watching
My darling asleep in his little bed.