Oh lay me down
On a bed of sorrow
So I don't rise
With the sun tomorrow;
That I might sleep
Away my woe
And end this grief
That I do know;
Oh lay me down
On a bed of sorrow
That I not wake
With the sun tomorrow,
That I might cry
Myself to sleep-
And I not rise
Once more to weep.
Oh lay me down
On a bed of sorrow,
That I might steal
Or beg or borrow
A bit of peace
From this world of strife
And escape the pain
Of this chain called life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely poem David I like the rhyme and rhythm of it. It is a lovely read well done