Wherever you will go, I will let you down, But this lullaby goes on.

Therefore, she hummed the provincial lullaby she had learned from the officers’ children in the English Quarter of Jerusalem, and watched in fascination while the savage radical’s eyes misted over with tears. For an instant, the prison bars melted away, and she felt God’s presence—for the first time since their imprisonment. She was not a captive, and this man was not her captor. Indeed, they were both merely God’s children.

Bringing you 'raisins and almonds' and words (from a Yiddish lullaby

There’s an infant part in our souls which longs for the lullaby truths of life every night for a tranquil slumber.

They heard a lullaby every time a part of her died in Silence.

A successful song comes to sing itself inside the listener. It is cellular and seismic, a wave coalescing in the mind and in the flesh. There is a message outside and a message inside, and those messages are the same, like the pat and thud of two heartbeats, one within you, one surrounding. The message of the lullaby is that it’s okay to dim the eyes for a time, to lose sight of yourself as you sleep and as you grow: if you drift, it says, you’ll drift ashore: if you fall, you will fall into place.

Sometimes all we need is a hug that will make us feel home. The heartbeats that sound like a lullaby and the eyes which assure us that the world is not such a bad a place yet every time we stare into them.

Never give up. Dare to Dream. Dare to believe.

A mystical symphony permeates my senses and a holy lullaby embraces me.

The moon twangs its silver strings;The river swoons into town;The wind beds down in the pines,Covers itself with stars.

But, even when angry, she had a voice that would put finches in their place and lull them to silence.

Don’t you dare say these times are hollowJust because there are storms raging by.Just lay low on your pillow,Close your eyes and say goodbyeTo the world that you lived in today.Let your dreams carry you away;You lived a nightmare all through the day,It is time to dream, so don’t delay.You searched for a reason to live,Yes darling, you searched everywhere.You had to push, you had to strive,It is time now to get some air.You searched in all that is outside,It is time now to look inside,Cause that is where you’ll findA reason worth keeping in your mind.These dreams are not an escape, darling,You need time to see past the lies that blind you.It is time for you to start runningTo those things that are true.So, don’t you dare say these nights are hollow,Just because there are storms raging by.Just lay low on your pillowAnd lose yourself in this lullaby.

...the wind hums low with sweet exultation, sings its lullaby, while you sleep ...

I heard raindrops in the nightPattering upon my eaves,Like a pleasing lullabyEasing me back to sleep,Which I thought was odd a bit,For I awoke because of it.

We both fell asleep wrapped up together with the wolves still lullaby-ing us in the background

till, silentlywithout one peep, the angels come, their watch to keep.They'll hold you safe while dreaming deep. The pillow cool beneath your head,all star lit is your feather bed which glides the moonbeams like a sled,above towns which glitter blue and red.

Tell me all of the things that make you feel at ease

I wish for today and dream of yesterday. If the gods should hold me in their favor, then I shall hope for tomorrow.

Are these things really better than the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?

I drew a chair up beside her and sang. All I do is dream of you the whole night through . . . It was a horrible rendition, and I quite enjoyed attempting it, setting the notes free from the song as each one went farther and farther astray.

Hush my dear lie still and slumber Holy angels guard thy bed! Heavenly blessings without number Gently falling on thy head.

Sweet and low sweet and low Wind of the western sea Low low breathe and blow Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go Come from the dying moon and blow Blow him again to me While my little one while my pretty one sleeps.

Rock-a-bye baby on the tree top When the wind blows the cradle will rock When the bough breaks the cradle will fall Down will come baby cradle and all.