Copyright © 2004 by Paul Howarth
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The days are cold, the nights are long,
The north wind sings a doleful song;
Then hush again upon my breast;
All merry things are now at rest,
Save thee, save thee, my pretty love!

The kitten sleeps upon the hearth;
The crickets long have ceased their mirth:
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one wee, hungry, nibbling mouse;
Then why, then why so busy thou!

Nay! start not at that sparkling light;
'Tis but the moon, that shines so bright,
On the window pane, bedropped with rain;
Then little darling, sleep again!
And wake, and wake when it is day!

By Arthur Sullivan
Generated by NoteWorthy Composer

Little Darling, Sleep Again
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