I'll set you a-swing in a purple bell Of the lady finger, Where brown bees linger And loiter long. I'll set you a-swing in a fairy dell, To the silv'ry ring Of a fairy song.
I'll put you afloat in a boat of pearl On a moonlit sea, Where your path shall be Of silver and blue To fairyland childeen, sweet girl, To its rose-strewn strand bathed in glist'ning dew, Bathed in glist'ning dew.
I'll make you a nest, a soft, warm nest, In my heart's core, Alanniv ashore. When day is gone, Where cosily curled on mother's breast, My share o'the world, You'll rest till dawn.
