Cares and anxieties, I roll you all up in a bundle together; I carry you across the meadow to the river. River, I am throwing in a bundle of cares and anxieties. Float it away to the sea! Now I come slowly back across the meadow, Slowly into the house, Slowly up to my room. The night is quiet and cool; The lights are few and dim; The sounds are drowsy and far away and melting into each other; Melting into the night. Sleep comes creeping nearer, creeping nearer; It goes over my head like a wave. I sleep ... I rest ... I sleep. |