Bed in Summer

In Winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle light
In Summer, quite the other way
I have to go to bed by day

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street
And does it not seem hard to you
When all the sky is clear and blue
And I should like so much to play
To have to go to bed by day?

And I should like so much to play
To have to go to bed by day?



Credits
Writer(s): Robert Louis Stevenson, Bret Silverman
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