When I couldn't go to sleep
My grandmother used to say
You'd better get off your merry-go-round
At the end of day

She'd kiss me on the chin
And then tucked the covers in
She'd say, Good Night, Sleep tight, little mite
Now you can begin, Count ten

9-10, as long as you can
Count ten

9-10, Then do it again

If the thoughts keep going round and round
They busied your head all day
Tell them to lie down
Or go away
While you count 1-2-3-4
You're watching snow, you're minding sheep
You're counting stars when the sky is deep
And first thing you know, you won't know a thing
'Cause you'll be fast aslee