A Lullaby of God

My little man, a sandman is about, take along, my dear, plaything, tomorrow you'll be in, somehow, with your neighbor boys, on gambling. I'm your father and your God… in your pocket a sweet wrapper, tomorrow you will play your rock, my darling, music, frantic gapper. Let's sleep, by now your bed is ready, let all your fears go away, let me arrange your pillow, baby, tomorrow war game you will play. Your eyelets close, my darling, dream, let out some horrible conceal, don't be afraid, boy, the light's beam into your room at night will rill.