Bird, nanny bird
Sing me a song
Soporific to my children
Sing them a song
A song to bury their empty bellies
Until they smile, and sleep
Soto voce, sing them a song
A song of our fathers, mothers
A song of the past
Hide some lamps in them
That in the darkest shades of life
They're fireflies of love
Oh, sing them a childly song
So I'll say
Bird, nanny bird.
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