Ranko Damjanovic Sleep, My Baby
Yellow Moon sometimes spreads
Over skies to our beds,
Of the clouds that float too low,
Looking like the softest pillow.
Mild wind always brushes hair,
Night is quiet in the air,
All tucked in with stars that peep,
Just until you fall asleep.
Sleep, my baby, peacefully,
Morning light is coming soon,
Dream my baby nicest dreams,
Dream my baby, my little Moon.
