Close your little eyes
And dream of good things
Close your little eyes
And find your rest in me

Can a mother forget her nursing child
And not have compassion?
Surely not, and I will not forget you
See I’ve inscribed you on my hands

Close your little eyes
And dream of good things
Close your little eyes
And find your rest in me

When you lie down
You’ll not be afraid
When you lie down
Your sleep will be sweet