There's an old love refrain that has known the world over
It's sweetness both princes and peasants may claim
Like a bird on the wing or a bee in the clover
No matter the language the song is the same
Go to sleep, my baby, go to sleep
While the stars above begin to peep
They're lighting the windows of Heaven, angels watch over you
From the windows of Heaven, mother's watching you too
Sleep, my baby, sleep
From the windows of Heaven, mother's watching you too
Sleep, my baby, sleep