Goodnight to every little hour that you sleep tight.

May it hold you through the winter of a long night,

And keep you from the loneliness of yourself.

Heart strung is your heart frayed and empty,

'Cause it's hard luck when no one understands your love.

It's unsung and I say.

Goodnight, always, to all that's pure that's in your heart.

Goodnight, may your dreams be so happy and your head light,

With the wishes of a sandman and a night light.

Be careful not to let the bedbugs sleep tight, nestled in your covers.

Goodnight, always to all that's pure that's in your heart.