Sleep my little baby-oh Sleep until you waken When you wake you'll see the world If I'm not mistaken... Kiss a lover Dance a measure, Find your name And buried treasure... Face your life Its pain, Its pleasure, Leave no path untaken.

Framed as a lullaby, the lines blend tenderness with a quietly radical charge: rest now, but wake into a life fully lived. The speaker imagines adulthood as a sequence of discoveries—love, art, identity (“Find your name”), and the hard-won rewards of curiosity (“buried treasure”). The closing imperative—“Face your life / Its pain, / Its pleasure, / Leave no path untaken”—turns the soothing cadence into an ethic of courage and openness, insisting that joy and suffering are inseparable parts of experience. The rhyme and songlike repetition soften the message, making it feel like a blessing or benediction offered to a child on the threshold of the world.