Summer turns to Autumn
As Sleep abates my Days
In my Bed I shall rest
But rest I never may
I hear the Birds chirp
I see the Sun shine
If only I was deaf
If only I was blind
I could sleep
and not whine
Summer turns to Autumn
As Sleep abates my Days
In my Bed I shall rest
But rest I never may
I hear the Birds chirp
I see the Sun shine
If only I was deaf
If only I was blind
I could sleep
and not whine