~ Portugese Lullaby ~

Come let us sing you a song of sleep
Of birds and bees and a flock of sheep
And all the good little dreams that wait
'Til darkness comes and the clock strikes eight
O' then they come down through the gates of horn
And more than you ever could number
For good little dreams stay awake 'til morn
While good little children must slumber

Come let us sing you a song of night
Of darkened streets where the lamps are bright
There's someone watching the whole night through
To guard your homes and your dreams and you
O' up street and down street the whole night long
So careful a watch is He keeping
Lest anything anywhere should go wrong
While good little children are sleeping