Wartime Lullaby

Lullaby, my sweet baby, lullay, lullay,
Angel voices sing peace on the wind,
And though men cry with sorrows,
God’s silence within
Speaks of realms that no tears ever stained.

Beauty, men say, is a dream never known;
Shadow to them is a light.
But their gloom is a cry of a lost innocence,
Sleep sweetly with God through the night.

Lullaby, my sweet baby, lullay, lullay,
Mountain flow’rs are not frightened to bloom,
And though men spread destruction,
Life rises again
With a smile for the pull of the tomb.

Mercy still sings, though men’s leaders cry hate,
Peace is still loved, though they fight,
Bombs have never extinguished the candle of hope.
Sleep sweetly with God through the night.