Giving a pat on her child's back
she stands in the moon light
she renders a lullaby to get him a nap
that made the dull night so bright
Singing the solo in such a voice
that makes surroundings rejoice
She is not a nightingale
She is a night angel
She has come to give her baby some sleep
With a tune that takes him into frills too deep
I ask myself whether I ever got such a chance
As I see great beauty in life's this little nuance
There came a bee to perturb him
she swayed it away with her touch on that tiny nose
So that nothing can disturb him
and now I too remember that I got this lullaby dose
as he is my brother
and yes, she is my mother.
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