When the moon's coming up
And the stars shining bright
Let our dreams come true
Don't give the sleep of fight
Your dad's singing songs
And holding you tight
Sleep my son,
have a nice dream inside
Come let me hold
your warm little hand
Tomorrow the morning sun warms up the land
Let
all the happiness shine upon you So close your eyes
Let sweet dreams come true
Well my dad didn't sing me
No lullaby song
Hope you remember My rhymes all along
When you get old children they go to sleep
Sing them songs that made your dreams so deep
