Cradle Song Songtext
von Inge Thomson

Sleep, my darling, sleep
The pity of it all
Is all we compass if we watch disaster fall
Put off your twenty-odd
Encumbered years and creep
Into the only heaven
The robbers′ cave of sleep
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep
The wild grass will whisper
The lights of passing cars
Will streak across your dreams
And fumble at the stars
Life will tap your window
Only too soon again


Life will have her answer
Do not ask her when
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep
When the winsome bubble shivers
When the bough breaks
Will be the moment
Not the here and now
Sleep, and sleep forgets
The watchers on the wall
Awake all night to know
The pity of it all
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep
Oh sleep, my darling, sleep