Stillife - In The Hut | Текст песни

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• In The Hut

The Dog in the kitchen
Is baking the pie,
The Cock in the corner
Is milling the rye.

The Pussy is busy
With needle and thread.
Until she has finished
She won’t go to bed.

The Hen in her boots
Is sweeping the floor,
The new moon is rising
In through the door.

The house is clean now
All pretty and dry,
The matting of stars
Unfolds in the sky.

Sleep, little child,
Sleep, Sleep.
Sleep by my side,
Sleep, Sleep.

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