When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes, 
   (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
He shuts up the earth, and he opens the skies.
   (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)

He smiles through his fingers, and shuts up the sun; 
   (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
The stars that he loves he lets out one by one.
   (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)

He comes from the castles of Drowsy-boy Town;
   (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
At the touch of his hand the tired eyelids fall down.
   (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)

He comes with a murmur of dream in his wings;
   (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
And whispers of mermaids and wonderful things.
   (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)

Then the top is a burden, the bugle a bane;
   (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
When one would be faring down Dream-a-way Lane.
   (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)

When one would be wending in Lullaby Wherry,
   (Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
To Sleepy Man's Castle, by Comforting Ferry.
   (So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)