Die Blümelein sie schlafen

The little flowers are sleeping
already in the moonlight,
They nod their heads
On their stalks.
The blossom tree shakes
It whispers like in a dream:
Sleep, sleep, sleep you, my little children!

The little birds they sang
so sweet in the sunshine
They went to rest
In their little nests.
The house cricket in the ear of corn,
It alone manifests itself:
Sleep, sleep, sleep you, my little children!

Sandman sneaks up
and looks through the window,
Any sweetheart
Not like to be in bed.
And where only a child found it
He throws sand in his eyes.
Sleep, sleep, sleep you, my little children!

sandman out of the room,
My sweetheart is sleeping soundly
It’s even locked tight
Even his little peeping eye.
It shines for me tomorrow Welcome
The little eye so pious!
Sleep, sleep, sleep you, my little children!