Spring 1949

A cloud to be your cradle, baby mine, baby mine
The darkness be your blanket soft and light
The stars to bring you dreams, baby mine, baby mine
And the wind to rock you gently through the night
May the whisper of the trees be your song, baby mine
May the flowing stream have magic tales to tell
The rain bring you enchantment and the shadows play your games
The rocks and grass and earth all guard you well

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