You fell asleep upon my chest, my dear,
And I am guarding you with greatest care,
As if you were a china *** placed here,
Which has been worked with skill to look so fair.

I turn and see your tired, pretty face
I stroke your silky hair with pure delight,
You don't wake up, but your heart starts to race
When in your ear I'm whispering, “Good night!”.

You've plunged into the world of dreams you weave
You laugh and cry, and sometimes even speak
I feel like Adam with his lovely Eve
And I can't help but kiss you on the cheek.

I pull the quilt and feel that you agree
I look at you once more in the dim light
I say a prayer both for you and me
And then I fall asleep into the night.