Из альбома: When You Come to the End of the Day
Sleep my child and peace attend thee,
All through the night . . .
Guardian angels God will send thee,
All through the night . . .
Soft the drowsy hours are creeping,
Hill and vale in slumber steeping,
I my loving vigil keeping,
All through the night . . .
While the moon her watch is keeping,
All through the night . . .
While the weary world is sleeping,
All through the night . . .
O'er thy spirit gently stealing,
Visions of delight revealing,
Breathes a pure and holy feeling,
All through the night . . .