Lulay lulay, my tiny child
Too soon you'll know the world so wild
Yes all too soon you will be grown
And I'll bide here alone, alone
The rushing billows you shall ride
And the light of the North Star shall be your guide
But yet awhile, I'll have you stay
Lulay my tiny child, lulay
And you shall run in meadows green
And sport with otters all in the stream
And you shall chase the dappled deer
And swim with salmon in waters clear
To pluck the small birds from the sky
On the tail of the south wind, you shall fly
And take the high hills for your home
Blood of my blood, bone of my bone
And when at last your course is run
Joy of my joy, my little son
Beneath the sky you'll stand alone
Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone
Yes you shall stand on the coal-black sands
To cross o'er the waters of the western lands
But now I have you at my breast
Lulay my sweet one, gently rest
