Lullaby by Strobel

Lullaby by Marion Strobel
illustrated by Rose O'Neill
 

Sleep, my baby sleep -
By-low, by-low.
We'll not think of things
We know.

We'll not think that some day

You will grow tall, and you

Will leave my house for another house-

Although we know it's true.

 

We'll not think that some day

You'll look with love upon

A casual, handsome stranger's face-

Nor know my face is gone.

 

We'll not think that you are

Part of the endless wheel-

For some day will be soon enough

To think of things we feel.

 

 Sleep, my baby sleep -
By-low, by-low.
We'll not think of things
We know.