Prairie lullaby

Shadows slowly creeping, down the prairie trail.
Everything is sleeping, all
but the nightingale. Soon the
moon will be climbing across the blue, blue sky, night
winds slow and haunting. This
prairie lullaby. Tumble to
bed, my child, my little old
sleepy head, the stars are in
the sky. Now that your
prayers are said, my little
old sleepy head to this prairie lullaby. Saddle up
your ponies, to sail with
you, lead you down a trail of
dreams. Stumble to bed, my
child, my little old sleepy
head, to this prairie
lullaby. Saddle up your
ponies to sail with you, lead you down a trail of dreams.
Now that your prayers are
said, you can get to bed, to
this prairie lullaby.