Softly they sleep,
stirring as they dream,
scratching at the day’s adventures,
as they awake,
halos above their heads,
as they do the devil’s deeds,
pulling me from my work,
to the pillows,
sending me to sleep again.
Softly they sleep,
stirring as they dream,
scratching at the day’s adventures,
as they awake,
halos above their heads,
as they do the devil’s deeds,
pulling me from my work,
to the pillows,
sending me to sleep again.
