How shall I spend this night,
when shadows hold me tight?
How shall I spend this night,
with burdens of the night?
Come now, Oh, come, Oh, come,
sweet slumber, take your flight.
How shall I spend this night,
when shadows hold me tight?
Come now, Oh, come, Oh, come,
sweet slumber, take your flight.
Dreams take wing, like birds in air,
stung by wasps of dark despair.
In a hundred storms, my spirit lost,
cries out in a constant prayer.
Grant my weary eyes some ease,
hear my plea, come, Oh, come,
sweet slumber, if you please.
Dawn approaches, gentle, fair,
life's meanings will repair.
New joys will turn, a hopeful sign,
old grief will disappear from there.
But this hard time, it holds tight,
it has a saw to cut,
come, Oh, come, sweet slumber, of light.
How shall I spend this night,
when shadows hold me tight?
Come now, Oh, come, Oh, come,
sweet slumber, take your flight.
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