Sweet dreams form a shade,
O'er my lovely infants head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams,
By happy silent moony beams
Prepare, prepare the iron helm of war,
Bring forth the lots, cast in the spacious orb;
Th' Angel of Fate turns them with mighty hands,
And casts them out upon the darken'd earth!
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
When the green woods laugh with the voice of joy,
And the dimpling stream runs laughing by;
When the air does laugh with our merry wit,
And the green hill laughs with the noise
Sleep, sleep, beauty bright,
Dreaming in the joys of night;
Sleep, sleep; in thy sleep
Little sorrows sit and weep.
As I wandered the forest,
The green leaves among,
I heard a Wild Flower
Singing a song.
When voices of children are heard on the green
And laughing is heard on the hill,
My heart is at rest within my breast
And everything else is still
The wild winds weep
And the night is a-cold;
Come hither, Sleep,
My silks and fine array,
My smiles and languish'd air,
By love are driv'n away;
Memory, hither come,
And tune your merry notes;
And, while upon the wind
Your music floats,