Sleep, my daughter, sleep an hour, Mother's darling gilliflower. Mother rocks thee, standing near, She will wash thee in the clear Waters that from fountains run, To protect thee from the sun. Sleep, my darling, sleep an hour, Grow thou as the gilliflower. As a tear-drop be thou white, As a willow, tall and slight; Gentle as the ring-doves are, And be lovely as a star! Lullaby, my little one, Thou art mother's darling son; Loving mother will defend thee, Mother she will rock and tend thee, Like a flower of delight, Or an angel sheathed in white. Sleep with mother, mother well Knows the charm for every spell. Thou shalt be a hero as Our good lord, great Stephen, was, Brave in war, and strong in hand, To protect thy fatherland. Sleep, my baby, in thy bed; God upon thee blessings shed. Be thou dark, and be thine eyes Bright as stars that gem the skies. Maidens' love be thine, and sweet Blossoms spring beneath thy feet. |