Goodnight my sweet rag doll,
                                     How cold it must seem –
                                     I’ll hold you tonight,
                                     In bittersweet dream.

                                     Red rose cries so softly,
                                     Its pollen kissed dew –
                                     And sleeps side by side,
                                     In shadows with you.

                                     Your bed of white satin,
                                     Now barren cocoon –
                                     Take wing my sweet baby,
                                     To butterfly moon.