Cradle-Songs of Goldilocks
O'er the shining mosses.
Goldilocks will bravely choose
On that ball to journey.
Well, put on your wooden shoes
Or the sun will burn ye.
Goldilocks will bravely choose
On that ball to journey.
Well, put on your wooden shoes
Or the sun will burn ye.
What 's the sun? A ball of wool
Wound when threads unravel
From an overladen spool.
Now it starts to travel.
Feel the winds how strong they blow!
Nothing you can hold to.
I've the thread you're tied on, though;
Laugh, then, and be bold, too!
Wound when threads unravel
From an overladen spool.
Now it starts to travel.
Feel the winds how strong they blow!
Nothing you can hold to.
I've the thread you're tied on, though;
Laugh, then, and be bold, too!
Off the ball bounds, far abroad
Golden sparks are shaken.—
Stubble snaps along the road
Where my steps are taken.
Whitened boughs like monstrous bones
Here the earth encumber.
Hark! it seemed from yonder stones
Something sighed in slumber.
Golden sparks are shaken.—
Stubble snaps along the road
Where my steps are taken.
Whitened boughs like monstrous bones
Here the earth encumber.
Hark! it seemed from yonder stones
Something sighed in slumber.
Now a dog in brushwood dim
Sniffs and starts a-growling.—
Off in space beyond Earth's rim
You by this are rolling.
Where 's your laughter taken flight?
Does the darkness cover
Sniffs and starts a-growling.—
Off in space beyond Earth's rim
You by this are rolling.
Where 's your laughter taken flight?
Does the darkness cover
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