[ti:Lullaby of an Infant Chief]
[ar:Sunset Wings]
[00:00.00]……
[00:19.00]Oh, hush thee, my babie, thy sire was a knight,
[00:23.00]Thy mother, a lady, both lovely and bright;
[00:27.00]The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
[00:31.00]They all are belonging, dear babie, to thee.
[00:54.00]Oh, fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
[01:00.00]It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
[01:04.00]Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
[01:08.00]Ere the step of a foeman draws near to thy bed.
[02:06.00]Oh, hush thee, my babie, the time will soon come,
[02:12.00]When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum
[02:16.00]Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
[02:20.00]For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.