That small whispering voice,
I can hear it in my head,
Go to sleep my child,
Listen to my words,
I shall sing you to bed.
I have seen the troubles you have,
And know that I am here,
You carry too much of a big load,
That you should let me bear.
I feed the birds,
Wild beasts of the land,
I take care of you,
Better than them.
For you are my first true love,
I created you from dust,
I will not leave out there,
To diminish or rust.
Rest this night, sleep well,
I am watching over you,
I am your God, protector,
Even over the skies of blue.