Hey Baby, Sleep

We would sing,
When all of light was forgot
When words were dreamed
“The fields have burned where the war was fought”
Come baby, to bed, with me
To peace, to sleep, with me

There’s fevered dream goin’ down in my head
Can’t stay awake, can’t sleep
Because all my dreams are dead.
Can’t eat, can’t drink,
Can’t do any thing of day
Because its night.
I curse the sight
Of my bed
Where love’s dreams weep
Where secret phrases keep.

It’s time for bed sweet baby, sleep, dream…


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