Sweet lil' sleeping son o’ mine

God’s yellow face will soon rise

Glowing at us in glistening gold

Shooting strands from His fiery eyes



But even then, keep your eyelids closed

For despite his mighty blaze

The morn today is cold and rough

And far far away from his hold



Where you are now, dear child

Is Never land and safe and home

So keep those eyelids shut tight

And forget the world, forget Him…