Over the hills and far away, 
He comes at closing of the day,
To kiss my baby's eyes,

And his hair is gold with sunset light,
His voice is soft as dreams at night,
As he gathers lullabies. 

One he takes from the bumblebees,
Singing, humming drowsily,
And the robin gives him one;

And down beneath the grasses hid,
He robs the little katydid,
And leaves her there alone.

Then over all the Sunset lands,
He scatters down his golden sands,
And spreads his soft gray wings;

And ev'ry little sleepyhead
Goes nid-nid-nodding off to bed
Because the Sandman sings.