Waiting for the Lark

Sleep on child, it is not quite day
For the moon has still to set
Oh the lark she will cry
And bring down the morning to where you lie
But the lark has not risen yet
Oh, the lark has not risen yet
Sleep on child while the birds rest on
And the cow she sleeps in her stall
Oh the meadow stands grey
In this dew-down moment before the day
And waits for the lark to call
And waits for the lark to call
Sleep on child while the fields are still;
They wait for your father’s hand
But he will not go
And the sun will not shine and the cock will not crow
Til the lark cries over the land
Til the lark cries over the land
Sleep on child and heed no sound
For your father may rise in the dark
With his boots in his hand
Go drowsily down by the doorway to stand
Waiting for the lark
Waiting for the lark