Sweet Sleep
Every night it comes over me
Like a drug so gradually
Until the struggle I give up
And I succumb to slumber’s touch
There is no need to count sheep
As I soon slumber deep
Dreaming of a pastoral place
Where deer graze and bob-whites race
And a little songbird sings
In the woods that I dream
With his music sweet and light
As I slumber in the night
And when the rooster crows his piece
From sleep’s grasp I am released
All ready for another day
And for life come what may