Oh sleep please come to me   Its a quarter after Three   I've been here since One, I'm not having any fun   Won't you ease this misery      There are things I gotta do   Oh tomorrow before noon   If you don't make haste, the morning I will waste   Trying to get caught up to you      Oh sleep don't close the door   It's a-twenty after Four   It's time the sheep were shorn, their wool is getting worn   And I can't count them anymore       I'm asking when will you arrive   Cause it's getting closer to Five   Well I thought I might have sensed you round and round   But I guess my senses lack      So still I lie here tucked and tied   In the cool, pale, blue moonlight   With my lover's breath and the thoughts that fill my head   Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight   Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight   Instead of sweet, sweet dreams tonight