Sleep little pigeon, close your eyes.

Sleep, little pigeon and fold your wings, Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes.

Sleep to the singing of mother bird swinging, Swinging the nest where her little one lies

Away out yonder I see a star, Silvery star with a tinkling song

To the soft dew falling I hear it calling, Calling and tinkling the night along.

I want to be a baby, and I want to be sang to sleep. 

Well but on the other hand I look forward to naming my baby daughter Faith next time. I think it's a wonderful name. 

I will go sleep now.