Sleep little boy sleep!
In a haystack tall and deep.
Soft as a feather bed,
You rest your weary head.
May your dreams be ever pleasant.
With promises of a glorious past and present.
Angels watch and are all aglow
For only they are in the know.
Of what the future holds for you
For now there's nothing left for you to do.
The years may come, the years may go.
With not a lot for you to show.
So sleep on my son as long as you can.
All to soon you will be a man.
Such moments of frivolity will fade away,
To be replaced by the importance of today.
That time on the haystack will become a memory.
Yesterday ,that will be just an entry into history.
