For works with similar titles, see Lullaby.
LULLABY.
(WRITTEN FOR MRS. H . R .)
Now the night draws near,
And my Willie dear
Must be lulled to his evening rest;
While the birds fold their wings,
And the zephyr sings,
Let him sleep on his mother's breast.
Oh, Willie, sweet Willie,
Gift from above,
Like an angel of joy
From our pure home on high
He has come, and shall claim our love.
And my Willie dear
Must be lulled to his evening rest;
While the birds fold their wings,
And the zephyr sings,
Let him sleep on his mother's breast.
Oh, Willie, sweet Willie,
Gift from above,
Like an angel of joy
From our pure home on high
He has come, and shall claim our love.