Deep and dark the night is coming;
Somene’s laying back and slumping.
Dreams of peace begin their dumping,
Sighing soft and saying nothing.
Clouds around are lightly bumping,
One I know begins her laughing,
She’s no cloud, but soon-be sleeper,
As the night grows darker, deeper.
Night will sweetly shout, “Let’s keep her!
Keep her sleeping, sleepng sweeter.”
All the bushes, they’ll be shaking
When the dawn comes in for waking.
So, sleep, my dear, get rest, go slumping,
Be for daylight how of loving!
Dreams of peace to thee are dumping.