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'tis Time To Sleep
'Tis Time To Sleep 'Tis time to sleep ' Pon a bed of straw, And count the sheep That bleat no more, 'Tis getting dark Where shepherds lay, No collie's bark Nor children play. 'Tis time for dreams O' spaces wide, Where silver streams Doth gently glide, Back and forth With men of war Heading north 'Pon our shore. 'Tis time to wake Near slaughtered lamb, The blood red lake, The iron dam, Where shepherds watch Their flocks prepare Dawn's early watch Amid despair. 'Tis time to die In fields ablaze, 'Neath the sky Where children gaze, Watching o'er Silent feet, To know and cower By sheep that bleat. 'Tis time, o grave To count the cost Of those who're brave And those who're lost, And when the tally Is more than one, 'Tis time to carry, Poor shepherd, your gun. 'Tis time the aged Judged us well, For battles raged Where soldiers fell, 'Tis time the young Went to sleep, To dream among The frightened sheep. ©RJVHorton2016
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