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Lullaby for Sleepless Grown Ups
Olof Palme, May Day 1968
"...it's getting late on Earth. Temperature's rising in the ghettos of the world..."
"People begin to demand justice; farmers in Asia, proletarians of Latin America..."
"the oppressed of South Africa, will demand their freedom from their oppressors..."
In bed I lie and sing... a lullaby to myself...
And many with a sigh relieved they praise the night,
what gift the peaceful sleep is, but I, I'm restless and sleepless.
So what am I to do? My mind and thoughts, where to?
To close my eyes, I need to. Close everything out, now I need to.
("Olof Palme shot tonight")
How was the tune I sang, so long ago again?
Yes, my doll baby close your eyes and sleep,
A cold wind blows through the World...
Close your eyes.. Go to sleep... A Cold Wind Blows...
Row, row your boat gently down the stream...
...and then we rock the baby ... and kitten plays with the mitten...
The world is big and round.. and rosy cheeks for Mom...
And baa, baa, baa baa Black Sheep, in the House that Jack Built...
Now sleeps the meadow wind Now sleeps the valley green
Now sleeps our God who holds all children dear,
Now sleeps away in a manger...
Far far away, there's a mountain, miles and miles high, miles and miles long and miles and miles wide.
Once in a hundred years, only once in a hundred years a tiny bird comes and sharpen its beak on the mountain.
And when the whole mountain's worn down, then the First Second of Eternity has passed..."
And so we dream away forget and drift away...
our Minds are Spinning Wheels then, caressing childhood endearments
You soon awake, my friend but never child again
So darling, close your eyes and go to sleep A cold wind blows through the World...