When Conrad sleeps the dusk must die,

And all be still when he is still,

The Night fall softly and the world be far away,

The wind go singing high

And soft in trees for Conrad.

His breath comes deep

From a pillow cool with dreams

He has had. Over his eyes

And over his curly head

Stillness lies.

No harm must come to Conrad,

Only peace to heart and lips

With night and the rising moon.

Rain must fall on the roof

With a long hum

Till the night is filled with the sound of sleepy rain,

And cool dark softly come

Through the open door.

The moon must lift her glittering silver

Away from Conrad's floor.

No star must shine, nor firefly light.

No dreams must trouble his closed eyes

Through all the night,

But rain still fall with quiet weeping,

And day must wait, must wait

And come in slow to Conrad sleeping.