• Little child rest your head,
    Your weeping eyes oh so red.
    Weary child go to bed,
    I'll keep you happy and fed.

    You've been through oh so much,
    I can end it with a gentle touch.

    Little soldier don't you cry,
    I'll wipe that tear from your eye.
    I will love you and that's not a lie,
    You'll not again wish to die.

    You've been through oh so much,
    I can end it with a gentle touch.

    Oh my child don't you fear,
    But the end of me is coming near.
    Don't you dare shed a tear,
    I'll always been in your heart.