A Fairy Lullaby

By Eugene Field

There are two stars in yonder steeps That watch the baby while he sleeps. But while the baby is awake And singing gayly all day long, The little stars their slumbers take Lulled by the music of his song. So sleep, dear tired baby, sleep While little stars their vigils keep. Beside his loving mother-sheep A little lambkin is asleep; What does he know of midnight gloom--- He sleeps, and in his quiet dreams He thinks he plucks the clover bloom And drinks at cooling, purling streams. And those same stars the baby knows Sing softly to the lamb's repose. Sleep, little lamb; sleep, little child-- The stars are dim--the night is wild; But o'er the cot and o'er the lea A sleepless eye forever beams-- A shepherd watches over thee In all thy little baby dreams; The shepherd loves his tiny sheep-- Sleep, precious little lambkin, sleep!