SLEEP, little warrior, sleep,
For the hares in the forest are sleeping,
The Moon looks down from the skies;
Brighter than Stars are thine eyes;
And thy mother her vigil is keeping.
Sleep, little warrior, sleep.
Sleep, little chieftain, sleep,
For soon the world will be waking
And babyhood gone
Like the verse of a song;
Thy mother's heart may be breaking.
Sleep, little chieftain, sleep.