by John Boland

Just go to sleep, my love,
and don’t mind what I said.
Dream of the stars above
and rest your little head.

Tomorrow will be fine,
your dad will still be here,
so stop your silly crying,
there’s nothing you need fear.

Sometimes it’s hard, I know,
to tell what life’s about,
sometimes we come to blows,
sometimes we have to shout,

but never have I meant
to take it out on you:
you were the one God sent
to show what’s good and true.

So go to sleep, my love,
and don’t feel any pain.
you are my little dove,
I’ll make it right again.

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