Goodnight, Little People

The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest
The birds are all flying straight home to their nests
'Caw, caw', says the crow as he flies overhead
Goodnight, little people, we're going to bed

Here comes a pony, his work is all done
Down through the meadow he takes a good run
Up go his heels and down goes his head
Goodnight, little people, we're going to bed

The evening is coming, the sun sinks to rest
The birds are all flying straight home to their nests
'Caw, caw', says the crow as he flies overhead
Goodnight, little people, we're going to bed



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Writer(s): Traditional Music
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