Dry your tears, fall asleep, there’s no need for to weep
Lay your head down to rest on your bed made of iron
Dad’s hard at work at the anvil downstairs
He’s forging a sword that will kill your despair
He’ll etch in your name with a diamond bit drill
If the sword doesn’t save you, a night of sleep will…

The rhythm of stout labor’s hammer will sing you to sleep, to sleep.
The stoutest iron lullaby

Stars, Stars, the jolly orange sparks.
Every star falls and it burns its name into your forehead
While sheepherding folk are counting sheep
Every star in the sky is falling asleep
The coal-eating forge will chase away chill
If the forge doesn’t warm you, a blanket of smoke will…
The rhythm of stout labor's hammer will sing you to sleep, to sleep.
There's a brand new diamond in the sky, a brand new diamond in the sky.

Inbetween swings, the anvil sings.
Between nuts and bolts fit a million tiny curvy things.
Dream, dream, dream of iron fairies
With gossamer wings made in magic foundries
One of these days, you’ll fly to the hills
Ringing and singing like your father’s anvil…
The rhythm of stout labor’s hammer will sing you to sleep, to sleep
A brand-new diamond in the sky, brand-new diamond in the sky