When the night comes each one nods and sleeps.
Seeds are buried deep, deep, deep.
In the sun they sleep, sleep, sleep.
Yellow sun is bright, bright, bright.
Raindrops falling light, light, light.
Gentle breezes blow, blow, blow.
The crows are all flying straight home to the nest.
The primrose is buried in slumber so deep.
It's time little people were going to bed!
The bees are returning; no more the birds sing.