Ruth Carlyle and David Barton - Norse Lullaby

The sky is dark, and the hills are white
The Storm King speeds from the North tonight
And this is the song the Storm King sings
As over the earth his cloak he flings
Sleep, sleep, little one sleep
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings
Sleep, little one, sleep
On yonder moutainside a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine
The tree bends over the trembling thing
And only the vine can hear her sing
Sleep, sleep, little one sleep
What can you fear when I am near
Sleep, little one, sleep
The King may sing in his bitter flight
The tree may croon to the vine tonight
But the little snowflake at my breast
Liketh the song I sing the best
Sleep, sleep, little one sleep
Weary thou art a-next my heart
Sleep, little one, sleep

Written by:
Eugene Field

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