Good Night

Good Night

by Rose Fyleman

The rabbits play no more,

The little birds are weary, The buttercups are folded up—

Good night, good night, my dearie.

The children in the country,

The children in the city, Go to their beds with nodding heads—

Good night, good night, my pretty.

Down with the Lambs

Down with the lambs, Up with the lark, Run to bed, children, Before it
gets dark.

Now I Lay Me Down to Sleep

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; And if I
die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.

A Bedtime Prayer

Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John, Bless the bed that I lie on.

Four corners to my bed, Four angels round my head; One to watch and one
to pray And two to bear my soul away.