Come little one, it's sad but true. The sun's gone to bed and so must you. Leave all your toys, come dream and then,when night time is over you can play again.

by Annie
(CT)

Come little one, it's sad but true.
The sun's gone to bed and so must you.
Leave all your toys, come dream and then,
when night time is over you can play again.

Sang it to my three sons. The twenty five year old just texted and wanted to know the lyrics.