A bed-time song

Sway to and fro in the twilight gray,

This is the ferry for Shadowtown;

It always sails at the end of day,

Just as the darkness is closing down.

Rest, little head, on my shoulder, so;

A sleepy kiss is the only fare,

Drifting away from the world we go,

Baby and I in the rocking chair.

See, where the fire-logs glow and spark,

Glitter the lights of the Shadowland;

The winter rain in the window -- hark!

Are ripples lapping upon its strand.

There, where the mirror is glancing dim,

A lake lies shimmering, cool and still;

Blossoms are waving above its brim --

Those over there on the window-sill.

Rock slow, more slow, in the dusky light;

Silently lower the anchor down.

Dear little passenger say, "Good night,"

We've reached the harbor of Shadowtown.