Sleep Please Come to Me

Oh sleep please come to me, it’s a quarter after Three
I’ve been here since One, I’m not having any fun
Won’t you ease this misery

There are things I gotta do, oh tomorrow before noon
If you don’t make haste, the morning I will waste
Trying to get caught up to you

Oh sleep don’t close the door, it’s a-twenty after Four
It’s time these sheep were shorn, their wool is getting worn
And I can’t count them anymore

I’m asking when will you arrive, ’cause it’s getting closer to Five
Well I thought I might have sensed you round tonight
But I guess my senses lied

So still I lie here tucked in tight, in the cool, pale, blue moonlight
With my lover’s breath and the thoughts that fill my head
Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight