Warren Songtext
von Sam Amidon

Sleep down, ye sleep
Come close thine eyes
Tired with beholding vanities
Sleep down, ye sleep That drives away
The toils and follies of the day
An empty tale, a morning flow′r
Caught down, withered in and out


Welcome, welcome, sweet sleep
Some sure support
Some sure support against despair
The flame is low, the limbs burn low
The end of a train of thought
An empty tale, a morning flow'r
Caught down, withered in and out
An empty tale, with each declining year