Brahms' Lullabye

Roses whisper goodnight
Neath silvery light
Asleep in the dew
They hide from our view
When the dawn peepeth through
God will wake them and you
When the dawn peepeth through
God will wake them and you
Slumber sweetly my dear
For the angels are near
To watch over you
The silent night through
And to bear you above
To the dream land of love
And to bear you above
To the dream land of love