In the wee hours of the Seventh day
so quietly I steal away
without a sound to awaken the sleeping
to step outside and hear little frogs cheeping
with a sigh I smile inside
making my way upstairs to ride
on waves of sleep with a peaceful dream
of a beautiful, glorious, garden scene
Though it's been cloudy, damp and wet
tomorrow hasn't come here yet
tho' sure I know that it will come
with golden rays of the warming sun
that in a short time flowers will bloom
trees will look lacy beneath the moon
little frogs will learn to leap
and I'll awaken from my sleep
to find a new world singing
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