Tired of the night, tired of the day,
I sleep to dream, I sleep to ease,
I sleep to ease the cares of the world away,
but, only for a little while,
to the nights dismay.
Tired of the night, tired of the day,
yet the day, happily, afresh it does come,
it does come again in the morning, and it rejuvenates me,
in such a splendid way, for light,
light through the windows casts itself upon me,
in such a subtle,
and in such a gentle way,
and it beguiles me, and I walk in its glory,
with its magnificence,
and my mind is set anew,
to fight the battles of the day.
Tired of the night, tired of the day, but still at night,
I stare at the stars in admiration,
and with so many wonders of the world to see,
unfortunately, unfortunately,
there are not enough hours in the day.
