EVENING SONG OF THE THOUGHTFUL CHILD
Shadowchildren, thin and small,Now the day is left behind,You are dancing on the wall,On the curtains, on the blind.On the ceiling, children, too,Peeping round the nursery door,Let me come and play with you,As we always played before.Let’s pretend that we have wingsAnd can really truly flyOver every sort of thingsUp and up into the sky,Where the sweet star children play—It does seem a dreadful rule,They must stay inside all day.I suppose they go to school.And to-night, dears, do you see,They are having such a raceWith their father moon—the treeAlmost hides his funny face.Shadow children, once at night,I was all tucked up in bed,Father moon came—such a fright—Through the window poked his head;I could see his staring eyes,O, my dears, I was afraid,Thatwas not a nice surprise,And thedreadfulnoise I made!Let us make a fairy ring,Shadow children, hand in hand,And our songs quite softly singThat we learned in fairyland.Shadow children, thin and small,See, the day is far behind;And I kiss you—on the wallOn the curtains—on the blind.
Shadowchildren, thin and small,Now the day is left behind,You are dancing on the wall,On the curtains, on the blind.On the ceiling, children, too,Peeping round the nursery door,Let me come and play with you,As we always played before.Let’s pretend that we have wingsAnd can really truly flyOver every sort of thingsUp and up into the sky,Where the sweet star children play—It does seem a dreadful rule,They must stay inside all day.I suppose they go to school.And to-night, dears, do you see,They are having such a raceWith their father moon—the treeAlmost hides his funny face.Shadow children, once at night,I was all tucked up in bed,Father moon came—such a fright—Through the window poked his head;I could see his staring eyes,O, my dears, I was afraid,Thatwas not a nice surprise,And thedreadfulnoise I made!Let us make a fairy ring,Shadow children, hand in hand,And our songs quite softly singThat we learned in fairyland.Shadow children, thin and small,See, the day is far behind;And I kiss you—on the wallOn the curtains—on the blind.
Shadowchildren, thin and small,Now the day is left behind,You are dancing on the wall,On the curtains, on the blind.
On the ceiling, children, too,Peeping round the nursery door,Let me come and play with you,As we always played before.
Let’s pretend that we have wingsAnd can really truly flyOver every sort of thingsUp and up into the sky,
Where the sweet star children play—It does seem a dreadful rule,They must stay inside all day.I suppose they go to school.
And to-night, dears, do you see,They are having such a raceWith their father moon—the treeAlmost hides his funny face.
Shadow children, once at night,I was all tucked up in bed,Father moon came—such a fright—Through the window poked his head;
I could see his staring eyes,O, my dears, I was afraid,Thatwas not a nice surprise,And thedreadfulnoise I made!
Let us make a fairy ring,Shadow children, hand in hand,And our songs quite softly singThat we learned in fairyland.
Shadow children, thin and small,See, the day is far behind;And I kiss you—on the wallOn the curtains—on the blind.