And the stars are sweet
Silent the wings that move you
May the angels weep
If only just to soothe you
A line on waters edge
Your sweet mother's breast
Sleep baby sleep
Sleep baby sleep
From the gates they tease
They lend the sheep strange mood
May the feathered breeze
Blow shut your lids and woo you
A line on waters edge
Your sweet mother's breast
Sleep baby sleep
Sleep baby sleep
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