In Sleepytown
The bleating lambs have gone to rest,
The baby sleeps on its Mother's breast,
The wee white chicks are warmly hovered,
The tiny calf is tenderly mothered
In Sleepytown.
The baby sleeps on its Mother's breast,
The wee white chicks are warmly hovered,
The tiny calf is tenderly mothered
In Sleepytown.
The brown elves dance in the bright moonbeams,
The fairies flit in our land of dreams,
But the ghosts are afraid of candle light,
And only come out late at night
In Sleepytown.
The fairies flit in our land of dreams,
But the ghosts are afraid of candle light,
And only come out late at night
In Sleepytown.
I love to watch the wood-fire glow
And the purring cat on the hearth below,
And my Mother's face above me bent
Then I close my eyes in sweet content
In Sleepytown.
And the purring cat on the hearth below,
And my Mother's face above me bent
Then I close my eyes in sweet content
In Sleepytown.
Aetat 8.
