Paroles
1. Softly in the cradle lie,
Thy father's hope, thy mother's joy.
Sweetly rest in balmy sleep,
Do not wake to sigh and weep.
2. Softly in the cradle lie,
A mother's heart thy wants supply.
She can rest if thou repose,
Sweetly then thine eyelids close.
3. Softly in the cradle lie,
Frail bud of immortality
Soon thy blossom may unfold
Fragrand 'mid the harps of gold.
