Classic Poem

Shadows slowly creeping
Down the prairie trail,
Everything is sleeping,
All but the nightingale.
Moon will soon be climbing
In the purple sky,
Night winds are a-humming
This tender lullabye.

Cares of the day have fled,
My little sleepy head,
The stars are in the sky,
Time that your prayers were said.
My little sleepy head,
To a prairie lullabye.

Saddle up your pony,
The sandman's here
To guide you down
The trail of dreams.
Tumble in bed, my baby,
My little sleepy head,
To a prairie lullabye.