Copyright, 1896, by A S. Rhorer.
Words and Music by A S. Rhorer.
Baby, come and kiss your mother, lay your head upon my breast,
Close your tearful eyes in slumber, forget your Chick, be at rest.
May the loving hand of kindness, through this world of hopes and fears,
Smooth the wrinkles from your forehead, make you happy, dry your tears.
Sleep on, baby, sleep.
See! he sleeps, my little treasure, nestled close unto my heart,
While I in dream of the pleasure that the awakening will impart,
Dreaming of those sweet lips parted I'll a rippling laugh of joy,
Of those dimpled arms caressing, and of kissing mamma's boy.
Sleep on, baby sleep.