There's an old love refrain that has known the world over,
It's sweetness both princes and peasants may calim,
Like a bird on the wing or a bee in the clover,
No matter the language the song is the same

Go to sleep, my baby, go to sleep,
While the stars above begin to peep,
They're lighting the windows of heaven, angels watch over you
From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too

Sleep, my baby, sleep
From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too

Sleep, my baby, sleep