slumber softly dear love, 'neath the roses above;
carnations shal keep sweet watch o'er thy sleep.
when the dawn's on the pane, god will wake thee again;
when the dawn's on the pane, god will wake thee again;
sleep my darling so soft, white angels aloft
shall lead thee to boewrs of heaven's fadeless flowers.
thou shalt play by the streams in the gardens of dreams.
thou shalt play by the streams in the gardens of dreams.