To the Shepherd who watches all
While shadows dance upon the wall
I place my head upon the sheets
and ready the counting sheep
Please let the dark consume me
and take me to the land of the dreamy
misted wonderland where the red eyes
of the insomniac spirit flies

To the One who watches all
Please let this darkness fall
To give me strength to make
To give me energy to take
To give me a sharp mind
To muddle through what the day may find
So ready the counting sheep
As I pray for the darkness of sleep