Go to bed son go to bed
Go and sleep your bed is made
Go while many dreams awaits you
Go for yours is a tender sound sleep
Go to bed son go to bed
Go while fathers bosom is beside you
And mothers banner covers you
Go while your sleep is sure
Go to bed son go to bed
Go while the moon beholds you
And the stars keeps your sky
Go while the rainbow gives you color
Go to bed son go to bed
Go while the gentle breeze pass your way
And the trees let the birds to sing for you
Go while your childhood dew avoid the sun
Go while your morning is waiting by
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
lovely poem, there is rhythm throughout the whole poem that makes it more beautiful, thanks, you write well, if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments