There's a lot of ugly things in this world, son. I wish I could keep 'em all away from you. That's never possible. Well, I reckon because mockingbirds don't do anything but make music for us to enjoy.
A candy-colored clown they call the sandman tiptoes to my room every night just to sprinkle stardust and to whisper "go to sleep. everything is all right." I close my eyes, then i drift away into the magic night. i softly say a silent prayer like dreamers do. then i fall asleep to dream my dreams of you……