Sandman

right before you close your eyes

whispering your prayers

when the sandman blows your eyes I’ll be there

when you wake up in the night

sounds the second stair

that creaks under the careless foot I’l lbe there

gather roses while you may

while the bloom is full

for the blossom soon wil lfade

and the bloom grow dull

right before the morning light

creeps soft upon the sill

when the shadows chase the night I never will

when your voice is softly heard

singing in the morning air

but the note does not ring true I’ll be there

gather roses while you may

while the bloom is full

for the blossom soon will fade

and the bloom grow dull

right before you sleep at night

closing up the blind

in the window’s black embrace if you find

the face of a lover long-forgot

forgotten eyes,forgotten hair

forgotten words that stretch like salt I’ll be there

gather roses while you may

while the bloom is full

for the blossom soon will fade

and the bloom grow dull

right before the you close your eyes

whispering your prayers

when the sandman blows your eyes