Still, now,
and hear my singing
Sleep through the night,
my darling.
We have
a tiny daughter
Thanks be to God
who sent her.
Though she as yet
knows nothing
She is so sweet,
I'm singing
The song was originally recorded by an Anglican missionary, Rev. D H Whitbread, who worked with the Eskimos of Port Harrison in Quebec. The Rev. Whitbread translated the Eskimo version as:
