The Days Are Cold, The Nights Are Long, The North-Wind Sings A Doleful Song; Then Hush Again Upon My Breast; All Merry Things Are Now At Rest, Save Thee, My Pretty Love! The Kitten Sleeps Upon The Hearth, The Crickets Long Have Ceased Their Mirth; There'S Nothing Stirring In The House Save One 'Wee', Hungry, Nibbling Mouse, Then Why So Busy Thou? Nay! Start Not At That Sparkling Light; 'Tis But The Moon That Shines So Bright On The Window Pane Bedropped With Rain: Then, Little Darling! Sleep Again, And Wake When It Is Day.