Bed is too small for my tiredness;
Give me a hillside with trees.
Tuck a cloud up under my chin.

Lord, blow the moon out, please!
Rock me to sleep in a cradle of dreams;
So that I may slumber in peace.

Tuck a cloud up under my chin.
Lord, blow the moon out, please!
Bed is too small for my tiredness;

Give me a hillside with trees.
Tuck a cloud up under my chin.
Lord, blow the moon out, please!