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 Oh, the sights that we shall see there!

Come, my little one, with me there—

'Tis a goodly train of cars—

All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!

Swifter than a wild bird's flight,

Through the realms of fleecy light

We shall speed and speed away!

Let the Night in envy frown—

What care we

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 unfold

Delights untold!

And in those mysterious places

We shall see beloved faces

And beloved voices hear

In the grace of Shut-Eye Town.

Heavy are your eyes, my sweet,

Weary are your little feet—