Crying, My Little One

Are you crying, my little one

Footsore and weary

I must tramp on through the winter night dreary

Fall asleep, pretty baby, warm on my shoulderWhile the snow falls upon me colder and colderYou are my dearest one, I have not another

Sleep warm and soft in the arms of your mother,

Sleep soft, my darling, my trouble and treasure

Dream of pretty things, dream of your pleasure