Carmine Branco

Sleep my little one

Sleep my little one,

sleep and dream on. 

No tears to shed,

no cry be heard,

no sore touch 

your sweet forehead. 

Sleep my little one, 

sleep and no fear. 

Whisper my name, 

whisper and I\'ll hear, 

whisper and I will run 

and will always be there. 

Farewell my little one. 

Farewell to flesh and blood. 

My time has come, 

God\'s will is done 

and I pray that one day 

we will be, again, together.