Sleep, sleep
Sleep, my darling sleep;

Sleep, my darling, sleep;
The pity of it all is all we compass if
We watch disaster fall.
Put off your twenty odd
Encumbered years and creep
Into the only heaven,
The robbers cave of sleep.

Sleep, sleep, sleep.

The wild grass will whisper,
Lights of passing cars
Will streak across your dreams
And fumble at the stars;
Life will tap the window
Only to soon again
Life will have her answer
Do not ask her when.

When the winsome bubble
Shivers, when the bough Braks,
will be the moment But not here of now.
Sleep and [a]sleep, forget,
The watchers on the wall Awake all night
who know The pity of it all.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,
sleep, my darling, sleep.