Hush and shush little children mine, Don't say a word on this evening fine,
For the darkness is nigh and its going to be cold So let us not make a babel bold-
For it will come who always comes And whisper in your ears some soft little hum
Sometimes he may scream and howl and squall, And over you it may grow tall
It feeds on your heart, your life, your soul; Or might it even devour you whole!
So let us pray to the God up above Ask him to shower upon us his love
For if it creeps in our souls here tonight, The love won't be enough to put up a fight.