Wake up!
Or the song-bird in my heart
Will peck open the shell of your dreams.
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Sleep, my own,
Soaring over rivers of fire.
Sleep, my own,
Wading waters of gold.
Joy is in my heart—
It flutters around in my soul.
Wake up!
Or the song-bird in my heart
Will peck open the shell of your dreams.
· · · · ·
Sleep, my own,
Soaring over rivers of fire.
Sleep, my own,
Wading waters of gold.
Joy is in my heart—
It flutters around in my soul.