by Leonard Feeney (1897 - 1978)
Sleep
Language: English
Sleep is not something you worry about; Sleep is just something you do. Don't make resolutions to figure it out, But love it like children and sleep will come true. We never go to sleep to dream; We go to sleep to go to sleep. Unusual as it may seem, We never spend our time counting sheep. A little confidence does the trick When we climb into our beds, Instead of filling our heads With a lot of animals and arithmetic. We love the way we love to go to sleep; To sink into a slumber that is always pretty deep, To go sailing off to a star, To be buried in a field of hay, To stop remembering who we are When we're finished with our prayers and our play, After we have given you a goodnight kiss And closed our eyes like this: It's an awful lot of fun, And it's restful too; Do you see how it's done? Do you?
Authorship:
- by Leonard Feeney (1897 - 1978) [author's text not yet checked against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive):
- by Theodore Ward Chanler (1902 - 1961), "Sleep", 1945, from The Children, no. 4 [sung text not yet checked]
Researcher for this page: Garrett Medlock [Guest Editor]
This text was added to the website: 2019-10-31
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