Lullabye to My Baby

When my daughter was born, we lived in a rented Craftsman home in Monee, Illinois.
The upstairs of that house contained two bedrooms and an under-eave closet room with no closet accessories.  That under-eave room had a bare light bulb that hung down, slightly, with a chain to turn it on, and was only otherwise big enough to contain a changing table for the baby and a rocking chair.  I spent many an hour in that little space, changing diapers and nursing/rocking my baby, sometimes in the wee hours of the night.  I was often beyond tired.  I sat and rocked and nursed, taking care of my child, wondering in my fatigue, who was going to take care of ME.  As I rocked, I also hummed or sang, and my lullabye of choice was a quiet little song:

The moon is out; the stars are out.
It's time to go to bed.
I'm so glad you have this place
To lay your little head.

Have a deep and peaceful sleep.
Dream away the hours.
When you wake, the sun will come
To kiss the morning flowers.

Go to sleep, my little one,
Beneath the Evening Star.
You will always have a place,
No matter where you are.

We didn't have the Internet in those days (1979), so I don't have a clue where I knew the song from, but I have found it on YouTube.  And although I remember the words a tiny bit differently, here it is:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yrxBf4XMPK8

And it still makes me cry thinking about those quiet simple moments between mama and baby, who is and always was the light of my life.