Lullaby, sing lullaby
to baby Jesus in the hay,
the shadows grow in candleglow,
the end of Christmas Day.
Oxen snore inside the door,
the donkey's dreaming in her sleep,
the mice are rustling in the straw,
the shepherds count their sheep.
Far away, tall camels sway,
their riders rich in silk and fur;
to greet a king, the wise men bring
gold, frankincense and myrrh.
Close your eyes, God's little lamb,
the stars will twinkle in your praise,
the angels over Bethlehem
be near you all your days.