Devon Sproule - Plea for a good nights rest

There are th^Cick stars up above Where the t^Amrees part themselves ^EmThick dust among many ^GCorks lined up on the shelf And bat^Cs in the attic we s^Amhare, we shar^Eme ^G

There is smok^Ce to kill mosquitoes Waiting just^Am above to drink our blood And gas^Em in a lamp that we light When the sun goes do^Gwn My love wakes sha^Cking with nightmar^Ame And the night a^Emir pulls in close aroun^Gd

Come reven^Amant, come, come ye gentle ^Fhost, To my patient ^Chip and across our sleeping ^Gcoasts. Lay down your ^Ammantle, shot through with ^Fgold, That we may lie a^Cgain, here in sweet re^Gpose.

^CRest your arms down around the ^Amoars now And hear how the ^Emnight continues on alive and ^Gwell. When how ^Crare the bird, how still the ^Amwind! And we still with^Emin it sigh and shift and ^Gturn, saying,

^CSleep she comes to steal the ones who ^AmFill their glass and leave the rest, Whose ^Emteeth get brushed, who eat enough, And who know ^Ghow to treat their friends. ^CHow long this night se^Amems with No sign of a b^Emright dream to guide us toward the ^Gday, ^Am....to guide us toward the ^Gday.

Come revena^Amnt, come, come ye gentle ^Fhost. To my patient ^Chip and across our sleeping c^Goasts. Lay down your ^Ammantle, shot through with ^Fgold, That we may lie aga^Cin, here in sweet repo^Gse, ah sw^Ameet.