Electric Light Orchestra Last Train to London
It's always no it isn't.
The Shut-Eye Train
Come, mylittle one, with me!
There are wondrous sights to see
As the evening shadows fall;
In your pretty cap and gown,
Don't detain
The Shut-Eye train--
"Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
"Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,
And we hear the warning call:
"All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!"
Over hill and over plain
Soon will speed the Shut-Eye train!
Through the blue where bloom the stars
And the Mother Moon looks down
We'll away
To land of Fay--
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 dram 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--
Nestle closer up to me
In your pretty cap and gown;
Don't detain
The Shut-Eye Train!
"Ting-a-ling!" the bell it goeth,
"Toot-toot!" the whistle bloweth,
Oh, the sights that we shall see!
All aboard for Shut-Eye Town!
by Eugene Field
Poems of Childhood
November 24
I'm grateful today. My Son's don't drink.
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