Goodnight my sweet may sleep bring you some peace,
And I pray that your dreams are free from disease,
And I wish you the best in your eternal rest,
And I hope that you are blessed with the sweetest of dreams.

Lie-da-lie-oh
Lie-da-li-di-oh
Lie-da-lie-oh, oy
Lie-da-lie-oh

I'll sing to your grave on the gloomiest of days,
Of the joy that you gave to the saddest of tunes,
And as misery croons to the darkness that looms,
I will follow you soon to the land of your dreams.

Lie-da-lie-oh
Lie-da-li-di-oh
Lie-da-lie-oh, oy
Lie-da-lie-oh

For each consequence is played at our expense,
And the only defence is the sleep of the tomb,
And my tears are consumed as the black blossoms bloom,
In the darkest of rooms I will join your sweetest dreams.

Lie-da-lie-oh
Lie-da-li-di-oh
Lie-da-lie-oh, oy
Lie-da-lie-oh