Oh sleep please come to me
Its a quarter after Three
I've been here since One, I'm not having any fun
Won't you ease this misery
There are things I gotta do
Oh tomorrow before noon
If you don't make haste, the morning I will waste
Trying to get caught up to you
Oh sleep don't close the door
It's a-twenty after Four
It's time the sheep were shorn, their wool is getting worn
And I can't count them anymore
I'm asking when will you arrive
Cause it's getting closer to Five
Well I thought I might have sensed you round and round
But I guess my senses lack
So still I lie here tucked and tied
In the cool, pale, blue moonlight
With my lover's breath and the thoughts that fill my head
Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight
Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight
Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight
