Хюб де Ланге - Cradle Song - ноты, текст песни (слова)

Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
 Dreaming in the joys of night;
 Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
 Little sorrows sit and weep.
 
 Sweet babe, in thy face
 Soft desires I can trace,
 Secret joys and secret smiles,
 Little pretty infant wiles.
 
 As thy softest limbs I feel
 Smiles as of the morning steal
 O'er thy cheek, and o'er thy breast
 Where thy little heart doth rest.
 
 O the cunning wiles that creep
 In thy little heart asleep!
 When thy little heart doth wake,
 Then the dreadful night shall break.