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.