Mommy would sing me a song, softly swaying

My cradle at night, gently swinging.

She sang… And the stars from the faraway sky,

Meek little stars, were watching.

They listened to mommy’s song, to that tune

She sang me so tender and sweetly.

They saw how I, lulled by that lullaby,

Fell into slumber completely.

With quiet prayer and holy devotion

Mommy’s song was breathing.

The night, full of light and serene dreams,

Above me softly was fleeting.

If the storm raged, I couldn’t sleep and would cry —

Mommy, my dear one, would hold me.

She’d sing me a song, pressing tight to her heart,

Till her love would enfold me.

Sweetly I’d sleep in my mother’s embrace,

No storm could ever alarm me:

Mommy’s sweet song would chase every terror,

Every child’s fear would disarm me.

Dear little lullaby! In the years of my childhood,

In the time of carefree delight,

Deep, ever deep into my heart it would sink —

That song of love’s infinite light.

At dead of midnight, whether stars brightly gleam,

Or the storm fiercely rages —

When sleep won’t arrive and in darkness I dream,

And my heart aches and turns its pages —

I remember my childhood, I remember my mom,

I feel her so near and so tender.

I feel her beside me, humming a lullaby,

In the night’s quiet splendor.

Through the long, dark night until morning’s first light,

She guards my sleep so sincerely.

The song of my faraway, sweet childhood

She hums to me softly, so dearly.