Sleep like a feather on the stream Where all the golden angels swim With feathers like to fins and swords Made for to guard your crib. Mother therealso stands athwart And this you hear does be her song; Sleep in the light that drips from stars, Sleep sweet my babe and sleep you long. Father shall build you a boat for sailing, For dreams be oceans deep and strong; Sleep in the wind of golden apples, child, And drink, drink deep, out of a golden horn; Heaven is music, child, and you shall sup Among the kings and queens of old, Whose silver garments in the silver grass Seem like the breath of clouds whenas they pass; Heaven is music, child, and what you hear Is but a ripple in a golden mirror; Sleep sweet my babe and sleep you long, Your father and mother are here.