Sleeping in a cherry tree,
High above a monastery,
Where the bells are ringing slow,
To say farewell when I must go.

And all the while I'm dreaming of,
A ballad for my one true love,
Searching for the perfect way to say,
“I love you, sweetheart”,
This is my dream come true.

And God bless the babies that sleep in you,
And God bless the babies that sleep in you.

Sleeping in a motel room,
Underneath the silver moon,
And with the windows open wide,
I can hear the stars go by.

And all the while I'm dreaming of,
A ballad for my one true love,
Searching for the perfect way to say,
“I love you, sweetheart”,
This is my dream come true.

And God bless the babies that sleep in you,
And God bless the babies that sleep in you.