I'll have an early night,
My soft bed is calling me.
To rest my weary head,
And my pillow does agree.
I'll sleep the sleep of kings,
And dream of summer days.
Then all my worldly worries,
Will vanish in its haze.
So its good night, Nos da,
And if I dream the best I can.
Of those hot sunny days,
I might awake with a suntan.
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