Time for dreaming,

while your mother sings you lullabies

Till the sandman pays his nighly visit

He will sprinle bits of stardust in your slepy eyes

And take your hand

through slumberland.



Evening is nigh,

Stars twinkle on high,

Purple shadows begin to creep,

Close your eyes

and start counting sheep.



If you're real good,

And pray as you should,

Snow white angels will watch through the night

For our little girl.