The silver stars are in the sky The red gold moon is riding high Oh sleep my little one sleep Once long ago, against her breast, A mother hushed her babe to rest, Who was the king of heaven above, the lord of gentleness and love. Oh sleep my little one sleep The boobook calls across the night, The brown moths flutter in the light. Oh sleep my little one sleep InBethlehem not long ago, Where roads and paddocks gleam with snow On this same night that mother mild lulled into dreams her royal child Oh sleep my little one sleep Sleep my little, sleep my little baby Sleepy my little one sleep.