Copyright, 1894, by The New York Music Co.
Words and Music by Mrs. Mary Benham Dithridge.
The sun is sinking in the west, all the flowers have gone to rest,
And the stare up in the skies greet two little peeping eyes,
Gazing up into my face, with a winsome baby grace;
Earth is wrapt in slumber deep, let me sing the dear to sleep.
Bye, bye, hush-a-bye, dear; bye, bye, mother is near.
Close thy sweet eyelids, don't you peep-baby now must sleep.
The sun has set beyond the hill, all the flowers are sleeping still,
And the stars their vigils keep, earth is resting yet in sleep.
Hark! there comes a rustling sound, snowy wings are floating down,
Touching softly baby eyes, precious baby's gone to sleep.
Bye, bye, hush-a-bye dear; bye, bye, baby's not here,
Those little eyes will ne'er more peep-baby's gone to sleep.