Poet: Hedwig Braun-Steinmann
English Translation: Jennifer Crafts
Composer: Luise Greger
The wind is blowing outside in the dark grove
Sleep, my child. Sleep, my child.
Quickly fall asleep.
Or else the wicked wind will find its way inside,
It will toss your little curls, toss your little curls,
Disturbing your sweet rest.
Sleep, my child, sleep, my child
Dream of guardian angels, dream of guardian angels,
Standing close around.