Michael Nesmith Prairie Lullaby
Shadows slowly creeping down the prairie trail
Everything is sleeping - ah, but the nightingale
Moon will soon be climbing in the purple sky
Night winds all a-humming this tender lullaby.
Cares of the day have fled
My little sleepyhead
Stars are in the sky
Time that the prayers were said
My little sleepyhead
To a prairie lullaby
Saddle up your pony
Sandman's here
To guide you down the trail of dreams
Tumble in bed my tired
My little sleepyhead,
To a prairie lullaby
Saddle up your pony
Sandman's here
To guide you down the trail of dreams
Tumble in bed my tired
My little sleepyhead
To a prairie lullaby
(spoken)
Michael: I felt like that was it.
Control Room Voice #1: Dynamite!
Control Room Voice #2: It sure did!
Studio Voice: Worked.
Control Room Voice #2: Golly!
