For S.

Watchful pilots continue to fly
Their planes through the midnight sky,
And the salt-crusted captains ply
Their routes over oceans deep.
Hardy mountain-climbers still strain
To advance despite tiredness and pain,
And the teamsters count miles through the rain,
But my little girl must sleep.

So sleep tight, little girl, sleep well.
Dream of woods where trees never fell,
Of an island like a sea-turtle shell,
And may dreams come true.
Yes, sleep well, little girl, sleep tight.
Rest, my girl, for the sky grows light.
I will watch over you in the night,
For I love you.

Far away on the island of Tonga
Wild savages play on the bongo,
While in the savannahs of Congo
After prey hungry jaguars creep.
In Manhattan the phones are ringing,
In Vienna the dancers are swinging,
In La Scala the tenors are singing,
But my little girl must sleep.

So sleep tight, little girl, sleep well.
Dream of lands where sadness can't dwell,
Of the peal of a light-hearted bell,
And your dreams are true.
Yes, sleep well, little girl, sleep tight.
Sleep my princess, my sunshine bright.
I will watch over you through the night,
For I love you.