Sleep well, Thou lovely heav'nly Babe.
Sleep well, Thou sweetest Child,
While angels with their soft white wings
Stir breezes, cool and mild.
We shepherds poor will sing to Thee
A lullaby, so tenderly;
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Little Son of Heaven, Sleep!
Sleep well while Mary holds Thee close,
Sleep well upon her breast,
Dear Joseph scarcely dares to breathe
He'd not disturb Thy rest!
The lambs stand mute about the stall
As they adore Thee, Lord of All!
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleep
Little Son of Heaven, Sleep!
[Thanks to irina for correcting these lyrics]