Night
is falling, Sleepyone;
Fairies calling,
Sleepyone.
Drop
your head on mother’s breast,
Time
for little ones to rest,
Sleepyone.
Time
to close your sleepy eyes,
Time
to cross the dreamland skies
For
the land of lullabies,
Sleepyone.
Night
is creeping, Sleepyone;
Stars
are peeping, Sleepyone.
Close
your eyes and dream away,
Dream
of hopes anpther day,
Sleepyone.
Dream
of joys forever shed
Pound
your bright and curly head –
Fairies
guard your peaceful bed,
Sleepyone.
Dec.
1, 1901
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