The Little Traveler

What a weary little traveler

you turned out to be,

You played so hard and went to school

and did your best for me.

And now it's time to go to bed

upon a fluffy cloud,

and sail upon the blue, blue sky

while mommy sings aloud . . .

I'm singing you a sweet, sweet song

so you'll drift off to sleep,

and in your dreams, those shadowy things

will not dare to creep.

You'll wake up in the morning

and rub your sleepy eyes,

And you'll get up and work to make

each day a new surprise.

We'll play some games and sing some songs,

and you'll learn something new,

and as the sun starts going down

I will sing to you . . .

What a weary little traveler

you turned out to be,

You played so hard and went to school

and did your best for me.