Lullaby, my beautiful one;
See how the lights all fade to dark;
The ocean of sleep is wide and vast,
But it's not long till night is done.
Do you not see it? A little bark
Awaits with silken sails on the mast;
It wants to carry you on the wave--
Up and down, now feel it rock;
It gently seeks the house of the moon,
Where little elves can misbehave,
And naiads sing as satyrs gawk,
And faerie-harpers keep the tune.
Selene, the mistress of the dance,
Whose throne is in the starry skies,
Will linger just a while for you.
She weaves sweet dreams between her hands,
That little girls who close their eyes
Can see before the morning dew.
So go to sleep, my beautiful one,
And do not wake till night is done.