Sing softy sweet nightingale,
Your notes make a soothing lullaby,
As a new born is cradled in its mother’s arms,
Precious moment that must soon go by.
Ever watched, and protected,
Made out of tenderness and love,
A gift granted by the great divine,
Watched over from the world above.
As you lie there, in bliss and innocence,
Bringing pleasure to those most dear.
For now just keep on sleeping,
And know there is no fear.