Sleep
(Michael Nesmith)
Sleep my child, sleep
Your mother has gone away
Sleep my child, sleep
She won't be back this way
Gone like the mist
when kissed by the morning sun
Gone, now she's gone
And she, my only one
God, give me courage
To raise my little boy
God, just some courage
And replace my woe with joy
True have I been
And true I'll always be
True, I'll be true
if just to memories
So sleep my child, sleep
Your mother has gone away
Sleep my child, sleep
She won't be back this way
Won't be back this way
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