Full Lyrics
When twilight is coming and meadows grow dim,
and softly the breezes blow,
When out in the woods the gardens and fields
the flowers to sleep must go.
So fold up the petals that wait for the sun,
the night wind its watch will keep,
There, there, ’neath the leaves’ gentle care,
sleep, little flower, oh sleep.
When shadows are falling on forest and field
and the sun in the west does blow,
Then up in their homes in the shady green trees
the songsters to sleep must go,
So fold the small wings that are weary of flight,
the motherbird watch will keep,
Rest, rest, in the sheltering nest,
sleep, little bird, oh sleep.
When daylight is over and startime has come
and voices are hushed and low,
Then toys must be gathered and prayers must be said
the children to sleep must go, to sleep must go,
So fold the wee hands that are tired of play,
the angels their watch will keep,
Calm, calm, within mother’s dear arm,
sleep, little child, oh sleep.
