اصل بول
ENترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Oh sleep it is a gentle thing,
Beloved from pole to pole,
It knits the raveled sleeve of care,
Brings comfort to my soul.
Chorus:
Sleep, come on by,
Close my fretful weary eye.
Sink me in a dreamless deep, sleep.
I offer you no capsule bait,
No cordial, no rum,
I offer you my heart and mind
And pray for you to come.
(Chorus)
The daytime with its jangle sounds,
It has me in its bands,
Now loose me from that bondage
With your cool and gentle hands.
(Chorus)
Your sister, Night, is at the gates,
The street won't let her in,
It stares at her with neon eyes,
Her time cannot begin.
(Chorus)
I hang my cradle on the stars,
I tune me to their song,
I am your own and special child,
To you I still belong.
(Chorus)
