The Child's Own Music Book/Bed-Time
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BED-TIME
3. The butterfly, drowsy, Has folded its wing; The bees are returning, No more the birds sing. Their labour is over, their nestlings are fed; It's time little people were going to bed! |
4. Good-night, little people, Good-night and good-night Sweet dreams to your eyelids Till dawning of light; The evening has come, there's no more to be said, It's time little people were going to bed! |