Come little children,
And put away your toys
Come little children,
Hush with all your noise.
Come with me and I will show you
Anything can be
Come with me and I will show you
What there is to see.
It's getting late, little children
And our time is almost fled
It's getting late, little children
So come and rest your head
So come, little children
Come and close your eyes
Come, little children
Because all that's pure-it dies.