Oh Brynmor, dear Brynmor, your name like a meadow,
Where fruits of rare goodness are destined to grow.
God keep you and guide you through all of life's journey.
His hand will be there for you, to show you the way.
His face will shine down on you, and brighten your days.

Deep in the night, when the darkness enfolds you,
The stars up above never dwindle or fade.
So close your eyes, feel the joy of their light.
Sleep now, Brynmor, sleep.

Oh Brynmor, dear Brynmor, your new day is dawning.
The seeds are sown - the sun shines again.
Pure hope springs like a fountain that waters your garden.
This life is a wondrous gift to cherish each day.
The seeds that are planted now will bloom on your way.

There will be times when the storm clouds are gathered,
And try though you may, you won't keep them at bay.
But faith forbears any trial or care.
Sleep now, Brynmor, sleep.

Oh Brynmor, sweet Brynmor, your dear mother blessed me
When proudly she christened you Brynmor Elaine.
Her father, my dear brother, will surely adore you.
He patiently waits for us, content 'til the day,
When those who are dear to him can hold him again.

Deep in the night, when the darkness enfolds you,
The stars up above never dwindle or fade.
So close your eyes, feel the joy of their light.
Sleep now, Brynmor, sleep.

This lullaby is for my niece's daughter.