When Isabelle sleeps the world sleeps too
When Isabelle sleeps in her cradle of joy
She is more lovely than
All the oases in the Sahara
All the goldfish in China
And the gardens of Alhambra
When Isabelle sleeps the world sleeps too
When Isabelle sleeps in her cradle of joy
She dreams her favourite things
In her slumber sweet and deep
The wonders which the dawn will bring
A beautiful angel fast asleep
When Isabelle laughs the world laughs too
When Isabelle laughs in her cradle of joy
Her laughter is more lovely yet
Than waterfalls cascading down
Crickets in the meadow grass
Church bells over the town
When Isabelle laughs the world laughs too
When Isabelle laughs in her cradle of joy
She opens up the window wide
The window of her little heart
That looks out on paradise
She is beautiful when she sleeps
When Isabelle sings the world sings too
When Isabelle sings in her cradle of joy
Her voice is far more lovely than
The gentle song of nightingales
The wind at sea that rushes through
Our hair and fills the sails
When Isabelle sings the world sings too
When Isabelle sings in her cradle of joy
And when her tired eyes
Are closed and she in silence lies
I kiss her little head goodnight
Isabelle is beautiful