Go to sleep my little one, the sun has gone to rest.
Wind in furry mukluks passes by.
Longspur in the meadow grass is going to her nest.
Moon is slowly rising in the sky.
Church bells in the silhouetted steeples sing to you.
Wisp o’ fog is hanging on the hill.
Bearing sea is quiet and the crescent moon is new.
Lamp is flickering on the windowsill. Oooo mmmm–
Cuddle in your little parka close your almond eyes.
Sail away on slumbers rolling sea.
But when the birds awake to sing an sun begins to rise,
My little aleut come back to me — ooo mmm–