Mother's Lullaby
The day's hard toil is over and done -
The cows low in their shed, the hens fuss in their roost,
The sheep doze in their pen, the dog guards by the door,
And your father, he sleeps by the fire.
Now belongs to owls, to foxes and badgers,
And to moon and to stars and to Gods of the night,
Now belongs to pixies and goblins and imps,
And to heroes who fight against darkness -
But not you, little sleepy head,
Not to you, my darling.
When you are grown your work will be different,
You'll slay mighty dragons, and rescue fair maidens,
And be hailed for the great hero you are.
All through the land bards wil song songs of your deeds,
And great kings will know your name and call you for aid,
A beauteous princess will be yours for a wife,
And you'll have riches, too much to count -
But not right now, little sleepy head,
Not right now, my darling.
In a hundred year's time they'll still talk of your deeds
And tell legends about you to their little ones,
Fantastic stories will spread that one day you'll come back
And save all the lands from an evil foe.
But before all that, my sweet little hero,
There's work to be done, so climb into your bed,
There'll be time when you're older to escape from your chores,
When you're older, and gone from my life,
But not just yet, little sleepy head,
Not just yet, my darling,
Not right now, little sleepy head,
Not for a long time, my darling.
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