I can't sit here any longer,
my fatigue is getting stronger,
getting teary, oh so weary,
at the close of this long day.
Very soon I shall be sleeping,
very soon there'll be no weeping
as delicious sleep enfolds me
at the end of this long day.
In the morning, things are brighter,
in the morning, loads are lighter,
wake up yawning at the dawning
of this very fine new day.
As the golden sunshine wakes me
and its brightness overtakes me,
I look forward to whatever comes
this very fine new day.