The Shut-Eye Train
Come, my little one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,
Don't
The Shut-Eye train -"Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,"Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,
And we hear the warning call:"All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!"Over hill and over
Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!
Through the blue where bloom the
And the Mother Moon looks
We'll
To land of Fay -Oh, the sights that we shall see there!
Come, my little one, with me there -'T is a goodly train of cars -All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
Swifter than a wild bird's flight,
Through the realms of fleecy
We shall speed and speed away!
Let the Night in envy frown -What care
How wroth she be!
To the Balow-land above us,
To the Balow-folk who love us,
Let us hasten while we may -All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
Shut-Eye Town is passing fair -Golden dreams await us there;
We shall dream those dreams, my dear,
Till the Mother Moon goes down -See
Delights untold!
And in those mysterious
We shall see beloved
And beloved voices
In the grace of Shut-Eye Town.
Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,
Weary are your little feet -Nestle closer up to
In your pretty cap and gown;
Don't
The Shut-Eye train!"Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,"Toot-toot!" the whistle
Oh, the sights that we shall see!
All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
Eugene Field
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