The Japanese Sandman

Won't you stretch imagination for a moment and come with me Let us hasten to a nation lying over the western sea Hide behind the cherry blossoms, here's a sight that will please your eyes There's a lady with a baby of Japan, singing lullabies Night winds breath her sighs

Here's the Japanese Sandman sneaking on with the dew Just an old second-hand man, he'll buy your old day from you He will take every sorrow of the day that is through And he'll bring you tomorrow, just to start a life anew Then you'll be a bit older in the dawn when you wake And you'll be a bit bolder in the new day you make There's the Japanese Sandman, trading silver for gold Just an old second-hand man trading new days for old

Just as silent as we came we'll leave the land of the painted fan Wander lightly or you'll wake the little peaple of old Japan May repose and pleasant dreaming be their share while the hours are small Like an echo of the song I hear the Japanese Sandman call New days near for all