It's bedtime and we lock the door
put out the lights the day is o'er,
all that can come of good or ill,
the record of this day to fill
is written down, the worries cease
and old and young may rest in peace.
We knew not when we started out
what dangers hedged us all about,
what little pleasuress we should gain,
what should be ours to bear of pain.
But now the fires are burning low
and this day's history we know
no harm has come.
The laughter here has been unbroken by a tear,
we've met no hurt to great to bear,
we have not had to bow to care,
the children all are safe in bed,
there's nothing now for us to dread.
When bedtime comes and we can say
that we have safely lived the day.
How sweet the calm that settles down
and shuts away the noisy town,
there is no danger now to fear
until tomorrow shall appear.
When the long bedtime comes and I
in sleep eternal come to lie
when life has nothing more in store,
and silently I close the door,
God grant my weary soul may claim
security form hurt and shame.
