Sing we now softly and the dreams let us weave him
Wind him in slumber, and there let us leave him, leave him
The wanderer sleeps, now soft be his pillow
Lullaby, lullaby, alder and willow
Sigh no more pine till the wind of the morn
Fall moon! Dark be the land!
Hush... hush... oak, ash and thorn
Hushed be all water till dawn is at hand