Brahms' Lullaby

Roses whisper goodnight,

'neath silvery light

asleep in the dew,

they hide from our view.

When the dawn peepeth through

God will wake them and you,

when the dawn peepeth through

God will wake them and you.

Slumber sweetly my dear

for the angels are near

to watch over you,

the silent night through.

And to bear you above

to the dream land of love,

and to bear you above

to the dream land of love