Baby Close Your Eyes

son is creeping down
behind the hill
everything is calm
everything is still
sew bay bee cloze yaw eyes
and wrest yaw weary mined
let mi hold yew cloze
Aisle sing yew this lullaby
let yaw worries go
yew fall asleep
think of nothing moor
memories will keep
yaw dreams will tern too gold
and yew will wake and fined
that yew hold a smile awl day
from this lullaby
maybe somewhere inn the silence
yew may wake and your awl alone
just caul and Aisle bee their
even when I'm gone
each day will end
sew Aisle say good knight
till wee mete again
now bay bee cloze yaw eyes
and wrest yaw weary mined
II'll let yew no the joy yew bring
every thyme yew here mi sing
yew this lullaby