I learned this (and many other songs) from Margot Mayo, a folk singer and an early leader of square dance revival, in the early 1950's. My favorite lullaby that I sang for both my kids, and now my granddaughter. It's a slight variant on Tillotson's poem (and leaves out the third verse altogether), but I like it better--and not just because I learned it that way. See what you think.


There is a glen that lies beneath the hillcrest,
That looks across the valley and the town,
And there the clouds forever shine the brightest in the west,
And longest wait before the sun goes down.

So if the day has made your soul grow weary,
And brought your eyes the shadow of a frown,
Go climb the road that leads you to my highland glen,
And watch the clouds light up before the sun goes down.

The gentle breath that wafts along the mountainside,
Will soothe the cares, the sorrows of the day;
And on the breeze that drifts across the valley wide,
Each troubled thought will slowly float away.

So if the day has made your soul grow weary,
And brought your eyes the shadow of a frown,
Go climb the road that leads you to my highland glen,
And watch the clouds light up before the sun goes down.