A Southern Lullaby

A Southern Lullaby When night-time falls o'er the old cabin walls, And the east wind fans the flowers, When the bird seeks rest in its safe, wee nest Hid deep in the leafy bowers, 'Tis then that I hear this tender refrain, Floating so airily up the lane:

Sleep, my honey, so tiny and shy, Angels are singing way up in the sky; Fairies are dancing in woodland glen, So hie away, baby, to dreamland again.

Now through the pines a small light shines, A lonely speck in the gloom; The katydid croaks from its tireless throat, Hailing the tardy moon; Still Ican hear that tender refrain, Floating now dreamily up the lane:

Sleep, my honey, so tiny and shy, Angels are singing way up in the sky; Fairies are dancing in woodland glen, So hie away, baby, to dreamland again. Charles F. Steele Raymond, Canada