Sleep, little child of mine, sleep
with a pat and a rock and a pat,
sleep sweet babe, on my lap;
let dreams come your way,
golden Heavenly dust, yes, they are
and you smile as you bounce,
close your eyes now, good night,
with a pat and a rock and pat.

Feel the breeze on your face,
it whispers an early language
as it sweeps from the desert,
sweet essence of olive and bay
while cherubs troll in joyful strain,
hear them sing the sounds of peace...
and… sleep, little one, dream…
momma holds you safe…
with a pat and a rock and a pat
while you sleep… little one…
good night my angel; Shalom.

Carmen Ruggero©2005