Tonight my assistant will pass among you

His cap will be empty

Hey, non-e, non-e

The most intimate personal choices and requests

Central to your personal dignity will be sung

Hey, non-e, non-e

Why don't minstrels go from house to house

Howling songs the way they used to?

In vain I bind another foot

In vain and now the other foot

Lullaby, la, la

You can tell, my sweet little darling, my comfort and joy

Lullaby, la, la

You can tell in beauty surpassing are princes of Troy

Some are born to it

You can tell some are made to do

Some allowed when I lullaby, la, la

Lullaby, la, la

Tonight my assistant will hear the canals of Mars

His cap will be empty

Hey, non-e, non-e

The most intimate personal choices and requests

Central to your personal autonomy will be sung

Hey, non-e, non-e

Why don't painters paint their cloudy spines Chiaroscuro the way they used to?

In vain I douse another lamp

In vain and now another lamp

Lullaby, la, la

You can tell, my sweet little darling, my comfort and joy

Lullaby, la, la

You can tell in beauty surpassing are princes of Troy

Some are born to it

You can tell some are made to do

Some allowed when I lullaby, la, la

Lullaby, la, la

Tonight my assistant will pass among you

His cap will be empty

The most intimate personal choices and requests

Central to your personal autonomy will be sung