The Perfect Sleep
The Perfect Sleep, so lovely and sweet,
When night falls
Dreams are recalled
To be apart of such greatness.
So relaxing and comforting,
Such warmth and awe.
It comes and goes,
The Perfect Sleep, so joyous and sweet!
The Perfect Sleep, so short and simple,
So quick and refreshing,
As if for a moment,
Time had passed.
Every moment is so faint,
But never forgotten,
Nothing gives such greatness
Except The Perfect Sleep!
John Anderson, My Jo
John Anderson, my jo, John,
When we were first acquent,
Your locks were like the raven,
Your bonie brow was brent;
But now your brow is beld, John,
Your locks are like the snaw;
But blessings on your frosty pow,
John Anderson, my jo!
John Anderson, my jo, John,
We clamb the hill thegither;
And monie a cantie day, John,
We’ve had wi’ ane anither:
Now we maun totter down, John.
And hand in hand we’ll go,
And sleep thegither at the foot,
John Anderson, my jo!