Which is the road to Slumberland,
\nAnd when does the baby go?
\nThe road lies straight through mother’s arms,
\nWhen the sun is sinking low;
\nShe goes by the drowsy “Land of Nod,”
\nTo the music of “Lullaby,”
\nWhen all wee lambs are safe in the fold,
\nUnder the evening sky.<\/p>\n
Two little tired satiny feet
\nFrom the shoe and the stocking free,
\nTwo little palms together pressed
\nAt the patient mother’s knee,
\nSome baby words that are drowsily lisped
\nIn the tender Shepherd’s ear,
\nAnd a kiss that only a mother can place
\nOn the brow of her baby dear.<\/p>\n
And close and closer the heavy lids
\nAre hiding the baby eyes,
\nAs over the road to Slumberland
\nThe dear little trav’ler hies;
\nAnd this is the way, through mother’s arms,
\nThe precious darlings go
\nTo the beautiful city of Slumberland
\nWhen the sun is sinking low.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Which is the road to Slumberland, And when does the baby go? The road lies straight through mother’s arms, When the sun is sinking low; She goes by the drowsy “Land of Nod,” To the music of “Lullaby,” When all wee lambs are safe in the fold, Under the evening sky. Two little tired satiny […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5,27],"tags":[],"sponsors":[],"class_list":["post-101249","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-filastrocche","category-filastrocche-tradizionali","lingua-inglese","scopo-intrattenimento"],"yoast_head":"\n