(Traditional/Brian Ahern)
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee
Soft thy mother's arms enfold thee
Fairest flowers are strewn before thee
Sweet birds warble o'er thee
So sleep, my babe, and dream away sorrow
Peace until you wake tomorrow
I will guide thine infant slumbers
Angels watch thy number
Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee
Soft thy mother's arms enfold thee
Fairest flowers are strewn before thee
Sweet birds warble o'er thee
So sleep, my babe, and dream away sorrow
Peace until you wake tomorrow
I will guide thine infant slumbers
Angels watch thy number