That unforgettable lullaby in spring
Like little chimes in my ears that ring
The message folds in changes bring
Remains enchanting and captivating
My dearly beloved mother could sing
“Sleep, sleep, oh, darling my dear
The angels above are watching still
Over the clouds they swing and cheer
In prayer, their voices echo over the hill
You’re in my arms, rest, go to slumber”
I missed those verses in blissful reckoning
And while the gazing sun transforms to tell
The priceless memories in my life you bring
So is your lullaby waking the emptiness I dwell
Oh, mother, my mother; if I could only sing
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem