THE MOTHER'S TWILIGHT SONG
Copyright, 1889, by Spaulding & Kornder.
Words and Music by J. P. Skelly.
There is music in the twilight, when the mother sings to rest
The gentle blue-eyed baby softly nestling on her breast;
All her cares are then forgotten in the love so deep and strong,
There's a tone of joy and heaven in the mother's twilight song.
Lullaby, my baby; lullaby, my baby.
Nature's music, soft and deep, lulls the little one to sleep,
While the twilight softly falls, while the twilight softly falls,
And the music on the zephyr now is softly borne along;
'Tis the singing, 'tis the singing of the mother's twilight song;
'Tis the singing, 'tis the singing of the mother's twilight song.
In the trees the birds are sleeping, 'tis the earth's most peaceful hour,
And the angels watch are keeping o'er each gentle bud and flow'r;
While afar upon the ocean speeds the sailor's bark along,
Of his faithful wife he's dreaming, while she sings her twilight song
Lullaby, my baby; lullaby, my baby.-Refrain.