Goodnight, Little Village

The sun goes down behind the hill. The lanes are quiet, the air is still. The farmers walk home, one by one. The long, warm day is nearly done. Softly, softly, the village sleeps.

The children run in from their play. The mothers hum at the end of day. The hens go in, the gates close tight. The whole village whispers, "Goodnight." Softly, softly, the village sleeps.

Goodnight, cow, on your bed of hay. Goodnight, neem tree, you gave shade all day. Goodnight, old well, so cool and deep. Softly, softly, the village sleeps.

Goodnight, temple bell, your ringing is done. Goodnight, pond, you shone in the sun. Goodnight, little sheep, in a woolly heap. Softly, softly, the village sleeps.

Goodnight, bullock cart, your wheels can rest. Goodnight, sparrows, in your little nest. Goodnight, clay lamp, your flame is low. Softly, softly, the village sleeps.

The breeze is cool, the crickets sing. Sleep comes softly to everything. Up high, the stars keep watch all night. They do not speak, they just shine bright. Softly, softly, the village sleeps.

Everything is resting, big and small. A soft, dark night has covered all. Goodnight, little one, now go to sleep. Softly, softly, the village sleeps.