Lay Me Down to Sleep
From the day you were born,
You fell asleep in my arms;
And to lay you down in your bed
Often caused pain in my head.
Should I jostle you awake,
Your screams the whole house would shake.
Every time I laid you down
I had to let go by degrees.
But on this day, my child,
Sleep stole you away.
And, as in your earthen bed you lie,
This time it is I who cries.
I could not let you go by degrees.
Cruel Death stole you suddenly from me.
And the old folks say, "God knows best,"
But I can't stop crying out for you- I cannot rest.
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