by Adrienne
Sleep, my child, and fear not the storm
Blowing so fiercely outside.
Protect you I shall
Until morn comes to call;
Lullay, do not rest forlorn.
Dream, my child, and heed not the storm
Pounding with rage at our door.
Remain by your side
I will, and abide,
Lullay, though I am forlorn.
Smile, my child, and let not the storm
Chase your sweet laughter away.
When this red bird flies,
My son, search the skies.
Lullay, do not rest forlorn.
