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Edgar Guest - The Songs Of Night
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The moon swings low in the sky above,  
And the twinkling stars shine bright,
And a mother sings to her baby love
Those wonderful songs of night;
Those wonderful songs of sugar plum trees,
And the fields where the fairies play,
Of cockle-shell boats on golden seas
That never are seen by day.

It is by-low time and she sweetly hums
Those wonderful songs of night; 
Of the blare of trumpets and sound of drums
When the little tin soldiers fight; 
She sings of a comical candy dog
And the gingerbread man who stands 
By the side of a blinking cooky frog,
Without any arms or hands.

And the moonbeams dance on the parlor floor,
And a ship sets out to sea,
And a baby sails for the golden shore
In search of the sugar plum tree;
She`s off to the cave of the Teddy Bear,
And the haunts of the fairies kind, 
Where never an ache or a pain or care
Shall trouble her baby mind.

Oh, sweet is the smile on the baby`s face
As she softly sinks to rest,
For where in the world is so fine a place
To sleep, as a mother`s breast?
And if ever a song can reach the skies,
The angels must find delight 
In hearing a mother`s lullabies --
Those wonderful songs of night.
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