Little Brown Baby-Bird, Lapped In Your Nest, Wrapped In Your Nest, Strapped In Your Nest, Your Straight Little Cradle-Board Rocks You To Rest; Its Hands Are Your Nest; Its Bands Are Your Nest; It Swings From The Down-Bending Branch Of The Oak; You Watch The Camp Flame, And The Curling Grey Smoke; But, Oh, For Your Pretty Black Eyes Sleep Is Best, - Little Brown Baby Of Mine, Go To Rest. Little Brown Baby-Bird Swinging To Sleep, Winging To Sleep, Singing To Sleep, Your Wonder-Black Eyes That So Wide Open Keep, Shielding Their Sleep, Unyielding To Sleep, The Heron Is Homing, The Plover Is Still, The Night-Owl Calls From His Haunt On The Hill, Afar The Fox Barks, Afar The Stars Peep, - Little Brown Baby Of Mine, Go To Sleep.