Now sleep tonight and go abroad,
Afar into the land of Nod.
Climb the hillside, wade through streams,
And look upon the field of dreams.
No doubt, you'll hear a melody,
With colored notes, that you can see.
So travel to the end of time,
'Til morning when you rise and shine.
And if you try to seek the way,
You never shall get back by day.

Time given freely,
No thought for oneself;
A goodness and caring,
A gift in itself.
Soft words that encourage
And brighten each day,
Enhances the kindness,
That's given away.