When stars their glow surrounds the moon,
when out of dusk they pop,
You're always there for me, dear bed,
Even when I am not.
Refreshing rest you always give will ne'er be forgot.
Mr. Sandman will fly round soon
when down I want to flop
Give a peaceful place to rest my head.
In sleep I will be caught.
I'll sweetly lay like in a trance and slumber as I ought.