Rowantree
Why aren't you sleeping?
Your eyes should be lead balloons
A bumblebee flying
Haven't slept all afternoon
Let's get you ready for bed
Read for a while
Until your eyes get heavy
And you drift off into the ocean of the night
All the badness, all the fright
We called them and told them not to come around tonight
(You were) named for the witches, named for the tree
Named for the one who couldn't be here to meet you
Let's get you ready for bed
Read for a while
Until your eyes get heavy
And you drift off into the ocean of the night