Roses whisper goodnight, 'neath silvery light asleep in the dew, they hide from our view. When the dawn peepeth through God will wake them and you, when the dawn peepeth through God will wake them and you.
Slumber sweetly my dear for the angels are near to watch over you, the silent night through. And to bear you above to the dream land of love, and to bear you above to the dream land of love.