To bed to bed, we all must go 
to rest, our weary limbs and eyes 
tucked underneath the coverlet 
of lamp-black, silken star decked skies.

To bed to bed we all must climb 
into the rigging of our dreams 
and tarry in the wind that blows o’er 
many colored waters’ gleam.

To bed to bed we all must sail 
upon the moon-glass sea of sleep 
and trust to providence our souls 
that till the morning he must keep.

To bed, to bed we all must go 
to rest our weary limbs and eyes 
until in rippling stained glass dawn 
our faces glow and shadows fly.