Come you nightingale
 Leave our gardens
Bring dreams with melodies
 To my sonnie's eyes.
 X2
But he's crying still,
Do not come to him,
My sonny's wish is not
 A deacon to become.

 Come you skylark
 Leave meadows and fields,
 Rock my sonny's craddle
Sleep is what he needs
X2
But he's crying still,
Do not come to him,
 My sonny's wish is not
 A priestmonk to become.

 Come you turtledove
 Leave your nestlings and nest,
To my sonny you bring
Sweet dreams with your coos.
X2

But he's crying still,
Do not come to him,
My sonny's wish is not
A mourner to become.

Leave your hunt and come
You, braveheart falcon
Maybe your song is
What my sonny wish.
X2
And the falcon came down
And my sonny felt silent
 With war melodies
My sonny felt asleep.