Lullaby of a Lover SING lullaby, as women do With which they bring their babes to rest; And lullaby can I sing too, As womanly as can the best. First, lullaby my youthful years; Next, lullaby my gazing Eyes, To show the furrows in my face. And lullaby my wanton Will, How dear I have thy fancies bought Lullaby of a Lober Thus lullaby my Youth, mine Eyes, But welcome pain, let pleasure pass. |