OH ! HOW I WISH I COULD SLEEP UNTIL MY DADDY COMES HOME
(Sam M. Lewis, Joe Young / Pete Wendling, 1918)
"Early to bed, Early to rise,"
I heard a mother say to her angel eyes;
"Dream of your Dad, My little lad,
Don't wake until the sun appears; in the skies,"
"I hate the sunshine," he said,
"It makes me get out of bed."
Two little eyes, Dotted with tears,
They tell a story full of darkness and fears;
Two shoulders bear Sorrow and care,
A weight too great for just a baby in years,
"Mamma," the laddie explains,
Sunshine brings nothing but pains."
Oh! how I wish I could sleep, until my Daddy comes home;
Oh! mamma why must we always be all alone?
I miss him more every day,
How can you ask me to play;
You're always sighing and crying, since he went away;
Last night I heard Daddy call,
But I was dreaming thats all;
He kissed me, and he said, "Go to bed, my own;"
Oh! mamma, that's when I thought,
God made the night time too short;
Oh! how I wish I could sleep,
Until my Daddy comes home."