Paroles
1. O, do not wake, sweet little one
The night is dark and drear.
All that a mother could have done,
Has been perform'd with care.
2. The pillow's soft on which you rest,
And sweetly you have fed.
Still lean upon your mother's breast
Your weary little head.
3. O, do not wake, sweet little one
Nor tremble with alarm.
The Hand unseen you live upon
Preserves you still from harm.
