Cradle Song

 

Softly sing a lullaby,

Secret words that whisper like the wavelets on the sand,

Melody as plaintive as the sighing of the breeze.

See, the moonshine weaves a faery spell upon the land,

Spreads a silver mantle on the dark and restless seas.

Hush, my little changeling,

Sleep – the Moon will wrap you in her soft enchanted light

And slip away to dreamland in the magic of the night.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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