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Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings -- / Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; / Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging -- / Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
Away out yonder I see a star -- / Silvery star with a tinkling song; / To the soft dew falling I hear it calling -- / Calling and tinkling the night along.
In through the window a moonbeam comes -- / Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; / All silently creeping, it asks: "Is he sleeping -- / Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?"
Up from the sea there floats the sob / Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, / As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning -- / Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more.
But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings -- / Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes; / Am I not singing? -- see, I am swinging -- / Swinging the nest where my darling lies.