Sleep, My Beautiful Baby

Come; lay your head on the pillow of grass,
Your nightmares here do not last.
The stars sing so bright and bold,
“Sleep, my beautiful baby, sleep, my grain of gold.”

In this meadow, only flowers,
Respond to the tears and rain showers.
Somewhere far away,
In the twilight of the day,
Voices cry, young and old,
“Sleep, my beautiful baby, sleep, my grain of gold.”

Come in the winter and you will see,
The bare and distant branches of a tree.
A painful reminder of the past,
When fire roared and the sky rained ash.
But when you wake, in your eyes,
There will be just a meadow, and starry skies.
And the memories you try to hold,
Will sing, “Sleep my beautiful baby, sleep, my grain of gold.”

A ripple in the water fades,
But don’t forget the impact it made.
Because when you awaken in this meadow,
All you’ll see is a distant shadow.
A memory of your life before,
Here is something new and more.
Because on this night, that is very cold,
Sleep, my beautiful baby, sleep, my grain of gold.