Dormi, fili, dormi! - mater Cantat unigenito: Dormi, puer, dormi! - pater Nato clamat parvulo: Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Lectum stravi tibi soli, Dormi, nate bellulle! Stravi lectum foeno molli: Dormi, mi animule. Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Dormi, decus et corona! Dorm, nectar lacteum! Dormi, mater dabo dona, Dabo favum melleum. Millies, tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Dormi, nate mi mellite! Dormi plene saccharo, Dormi, vita, mea vitae, Casto natus utero. Millies, tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Quidquid optes, volo dare; Dormi, parve pupule Dormi, fili! dormi carae, Matris deliciolae! Millies, tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Dormi cor, et meus thronus; Dormi matris jubilum; Aurium caelestis sonus, Et suave sibilum! Millies, tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Dormi, fili! dulce, mater Dulce melos concinam; Dormi, nate! suave, pater, Suave carmen accinam. Millies, tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Ne quid desit, sternam rosis, Sternam foenum violis, Pavimentum hyacinthis Et praesepe liliis. Millies tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. Si vis musicam, pastores Convocato protinus; Illis nulli sunt priores; Nemo canit castius. Millies, tibi laudes canimus Mille, mille, millies. | Sleep, my baby, sleep; thy mother Sings unto the Sole-born Son; Sleep, my darling, sleep; thy Father Calls unto his little one: With a thousand joyful lays, I will sing thy love and praise. I have dressed for thee thy cradle; Sleep, O little Son divine; Soft the hay whereon thou liest, Sleep and rest, sweet heart of mine: With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. Sleep, my royal crown, my beauty; Sleep, my heavenly nectar sweet; Sleep, and gifts of love I'll bring thee, Kneeling at thy blessed feet With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. Softly sleep, my dove so tender, Sweeter than all sweets of earth; Sleep, O life of mine, my Saviour, Heavenly Babe of virgin birth; With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. All thou wishest I will give thee, Sleep and rest, my Child, my dove; Sleep, my baby, sleep my dear one, Mother's blessing, peace and love: With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. Sleep, my throne of glory royal, Sleep, thou pleasure of my breast; Heavenly airs about thee breathing Bring thee music of the blest: With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. Sleep, my little Son and softly I will make sweet melody; Sleep, Holy One, the Father, Sings in heaven above to thee With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. O'er thy bed I'll scatter roses, Scatter violets in the hay; Hyacinths about thee scatter, Lilies on thy manger lay; With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. Wilt thou music have, the shepherds From the neighboring hills I'll call; None e'er sang a sweeter music; Ah! how soft the closes fall! With a thousand joyful lays I will sing thy love and praise. |