Sleep baby of mine

 

Children let you make it up!

Two generations of bedtime stories in one song. 

Vocals
Richard Rhys O'Brien
Guitar
Bruce Knapp
Bass
Richard Sadler
Drums
Tony Shepherd

Lyrics

Sleep baby of mine

I used to tell a story to my little girl
About the wizard who lived on the hill
On top of a mountain covered with trees
With a white flowing beard down to his knees
I think he lives there still
 
Below was the jungle where the fruit could talk
You could see the bananas out for a walk
They’d hide from the mangoes and the prickly pears
This was a jungle without any bears
 
Then there were the pooklahs who lived underground
They had a big boss who made things go round
That was a story made up by my dad
Always exciting, the end was never sad
 
But none of these stories ever come to an end
Bedtime stories never do
Children fall asleep and enter their dreams
That’s where the stories come true
 
It’s all about fantasy and the sound of your voice
Reassurance everything’s fine
Lullabies and fairy tales whatever your choice
Sleep baby of mine

© Richard Rhys O'Brien
August 2009