It seems to make a difference
to my day
if I sleep well,
but what a difference bad sleep makes!
if I sleep well,
but what a difference bad sleep makes!
Just saying my bedtime prayers:
"Please don’t send me to hell,
beloved sleep, that I crave all day!"
"Please don’t send me to hell,
beloved sleep, that I crave all day!"
When I'm sleeping, no ray
of sunshine’s welcome:
too much light makes
of sunshine’s welcome:
too much light makes
for bad rest. I was going to
say,
before truth broke in with its annoying bell:
I’d best like to sleep all day,
before truth broke in with its annoying bell:
I’d best like to sleep all day,
light creeping past the window
shades
but not my eyelids. Well,
the windows could be unshaded and I still wouldn’t wake
up and make hay in the
sun’s gaze:but not my eyelids. Well,
the windows could be unshaded and I still wouldn’t wake
but the sun sees me even when I’m sleeping like the dead,
dreaming up the difference to my day
my good sleep makes.
