David Ryan Harris Sleep
My eyes close like the curtains after a play
And my mind opens like a vista, gold in hue.
And my thoughts run like a river under an ocean
And the sandman is given his due (yes he is, yes he is)
I can't wait for me to get some sleep.
The sandman is on his midnight creep.
Slumber enter, take me deep, until I am rested.
My dreams sore like an angel in flight
And my worries run like the sunshine runs from the night.
I can't wait for me to get some sleep.
The sandman is on his midnight creep.
Slumber enter, looking skyward, counting sheep.
I pray the lord my soul to keep until I am rested.
My eyes close like the curtains after a play
And my mind opens like a vista, gold in hue.
And my thoughts run like a river under an ocean
And the sandman is given his due (yes he is, yes he is)
I can't wait for me to get some sleep.
The sandman is on his midnight creep.
Slumber enter, take me deep, until I am rested.
I can't wait for me to get some sleep.
The sandman is on his midnight creep.
Slumber enter, looking skyward, counting sheep.
Goodnight, don't let the bed bugs bite…
