Hush thee and sleep, little one, 
The feathers on thy board sway to and fro; 
The shadows reach far downward in the water 
The great old owl is waking, day will go. 
 
Rest thee and fear not, little one, 
Flitting fireflies come to light you on your way 
To the fair land of dreams, while in the grasses 
The happy cricket chirps his merry lay. 
 
Tsa-du-meh watches always o'er her little one, 
The great owl cannot harm you, slumber on
'Till the pale light comes shooting from the eastward, 
And the twitter of the birds says night has gone.