The Bells Of Stepan Iline

(Cradle Song from "The Long Road.")     Whisht, Baby! Whisht!     Quick below the cover!     Down into your nest, my bird!     And--don't--you--dare--peep--over!     For the grey wolves they are prowling,     They are prowling, they are prowling.     And the snow-wind it is howling,     It is howling, it is howling.     Hark!--Hark!--     Out there in the dark--     Ow--ooh! Ow--ooh!     S-s-s-s-s-seee--oo--ooh!     The wolves they are lean,     So-o-o lean, so-o-o lean!     And the wind it is keen,     So-o-o keen, so-o-o keen!     And they seek little babies who aren't sleeping!     But lie you still, my Baby dear!     Lie still, lie still, and maybe you'll hear--     Hark!--Hark!--     Out there in the dark,--     The silver bells and the golden bells,     The swinging bells and the singing bells,--     The bells that are heard but never are seen,     The wind and the wolves, and the bells in between,--     The bells of Iline,     Good Stepan Iline,--     The bells of good Stepan Iline!