Sleep my child, sleep my darling.
All too soon my song will cease.
When you have left my arms so loving,
May you then find a life of peace.
When you have left my arms so loving,
May you then find a life of peace.
‘Tho life offers pain and sorrow
To the humble, lowly born,
Yet, there will be for all a bright tomorrow.
Work, my child, for that happy morn.
Yet, there will be for all a bright tomorrow.
Work, my child, for that happy morn.
Work and love your toiling brother
While you sing a song of peace.
When workers clasp hands with each other,
Then the whole world will be at peace.
When workers clasp hands with each other,
Then the whole world will be at peace.
All too soon my song will cease.
When you have left my arms so loving,
May you then find a life of peace.
When you have left my arms so loving,
May you then find a life of peace.
‘Tho life offers pain and sorrow
To the humble, lowly born,
Yet, there will be for all a bright tomorrow.
Work, my child, for that happy morn.
Yet, there will be for all a bright tomorrow.
Work, my child, for that happy morn.
Work and love your toiling brother
While you sing a song of peace.
When workers clasp hands with each other,
Then the whole world will be at peace.
When workers clasp hands with each other,
Then the whole world will be at peace.
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