A Cradle Song
Sting · Other Songs - Sting
O'er my lovely infant's head.
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams.
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown.
Sweet Sleep, Angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child.
Sleep, sleep, happy child,
All creation slept and smil'd.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep
While o'er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace,
Sweet babe once like thee,
Maker lay and wept for me.
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee.
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small,
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
A Cradle Song
Sting's "A Cradle Song" stands as a poignant addition to his extensive catalogue of acoustic ballads, reflecting his enduring commitment to introspective songwriting. Recorded in the style of traditional folk and adult contemporary music, the track exemplifies his ability to blend personal vulnerability with universal themes of family and legacy. While often associated with his broader body of work from the late 1990s and early 2000s, the song captures the quiet intimacy characteristic of his solo performances. It complements other well-known compositions such as "Fields of Gold" and "Shape of My Heart," showcasing his mastery of melody and lyrical depth without relying on overt production. The recording remains a testament to his skill in crafting emotional narratives that resonate across generations, fitting seamlessly within the landscape of classic English-language pop and folk-rock.