Hey, little one with sleepy eyes,
I’ll tuck you in tonight.
First, I’ll show you the stars outside,
And the moon shinning bright.
I’ll rock you to sleep with a symphony,
Made by locusts and birds.
The frogs are singing along tonight.
Their songs do not need words.
The sad sweet song of the Mourning Dove
Falls on the lovely night air.
I touch the softness of your cheek.
Love leaves an imprint there.
I carry you back into your room,
And lay you down on your bed.
I thank The Lord for your sweet life,
As I kiss your head.