Mister Sun
A. Coleridge-Taylor
I'm off to bed now, Mister Sun!
A nd see you're going too
Going to bed down there in the sky, So I'll say good-night to you.
My mother stoops and kisses me,
That's what I like the best
Who says good-night to you, Mister Sun, When you sink low down in the west?
It can't be mother, that I know, She could not reach so far.
I think it must be the Angel
Who lights the evening star.