There's an old love refrain that has known the world over It's sweetness both princes and peasants may calim Like a bird on the wing or a bee in the clover No matter the language the song is the same Go to sleep, my baby, go to sleep While the stars above begin to peep They're lighting the windows of heaven, angels watch over you From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too Sleep, my baby, sleep From the windows of heaven, mother's watching you too Sleep, my baby, sleep