These children of the dark boy Don't you know they get around Don't go walking in the park boy You may never be found There was this important man and He saw things he shouldn't see Now he's buried in the sand man Now he's no one really no one
Beware of little ones Who never say their prayers at night Take care my foolish one You may surely die of fright surely die of fri-i-ight Go to sleep The little ones never sleep no they never sleep Have a care that you never meet one Go to sleep just go to sleep
In the city of your dreams boy In the darkness of your room Nothing's ever what it seems boy In the gathering gloom Yeah these children of the night man Will have you dancing to their tune They'll extinguish all the lights and Then you're no one really no one
