Lyrics
It breaks my heart to see the woe
My little one must undergo
To fume and fuss, and whine and weep
At simply laying down to sleep
She scorns the angel of repose
Tries every tactic that she knows
And fights it til the bitter end
Until, at last, sweet sleep descends
Throughout the house of faith its known
The soul finds rest in God alone
That He brings sleep to those He loves
Yet slumbers not, nor sleeps above