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