Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
But if I die before I wake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
December, sorry, slept right through
January, missed you too
Sped past March, April and May
Sometimes it's best to keep away
Life goes on from dream to dream
Nothing but troubles in between
Nothing but troubles in between
Lately that's just the way it seems
Scarecrow chase the birds away
They'll be back another day
And on your shoulder they will rest
And from your hair will make a nest
Life goes on from dream to dream
Nothing but troubles in between
Nothing but troubles in between
Lately that's just the way it seems
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La la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la
