Windows shut, put out the light,
All is wrapt in dusk and night;
—Lullaby, lullaby.

In the room—'tis still and dark.
—What's the noise there, papa, hark?
—Lullaby, my little boy.

'Mong the books a little mouse.
—Do the dead forsake their house?
—Lullaby, my little boy.

Flowers bloom at each grave's door.
—Pa! Shall Ma come nevermore?
—Lullaby, my little boy.

God! Her soul with bliss be swayed!
—Papa! Papa! I'm afraid!
—Lullaby, my little boy.

Like your Ma—now high above—
I shall cherish you and love;
—Lullaby, lullaby.