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O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, / And go where I ask you to wander, / I will lead you away to a beautiful land, -- / The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. / We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, / Where moonlight and starlight are streaming, / And the flowers and the birds are filling the air / With the fragrance and music of dreaming.
There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress, / No questions or cares to perplex you, / There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress, / Nor patching of stockings to vex you; / For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream / And sing you asleep when you're weary, / And no one shall know of our beautiful dream / But you and your own little dearie.
And when I am tired I'll nestle my head / In the bosom that's soothed me so often, / And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead, / A song which our dreaming shall soften. / So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand, / And away through the starlight we'll wander, -- / Away through the mist to the beautiful land, -- / The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder.