Come, my little one, with me! There are wondrous sights to see As the evening shadows fall; In your pretty cap and gown,
Do n't detain The Shut-Eye train — “Ting-a-ling!” the bell it goeth, “Toot-toot!” the whistle bloweth,
And we hear the warning call: “All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!” Over hill and over plain Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!
Through the blue where bloom the stars And the Mother Moon looks down We'll away To land of Fay —
Oh, the sights that we shall see there! Come, my little one, with me there — ‘ T is a goodly train of cars — All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
Swifter than a wild bird's flight, Through the realms of fleecy light We shall speed and speed away! Let the Night in envy frown —
What care we How wroth she be! To the Balow-land above us, To the Balow-folk who love us,
Let us hasten while we may — All aboard for Shut-Eye Town! Shut-Eye Town is passing fair — Golden dreams await us there;
We shall dream those dreams, my dear, Till the Mother Moon goes down — See unfold Delights untold!
And in those mysterious places We shall see beloved faces And beloved voices hear In the grace of Shut-Eye Town.
Heavy are your eyes, my sweet, Weary are your little feet — Nestle closer up to me In your pretty cap and gown;
Do n't detain The Shut-Eye train! “Ting-a-ling!” the bell it goeth, “Toot-toot!” the whistle bloweth
Oh, the sights that we shall see! All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
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