Letras de Sweet Dreams

These children of the dark, boy
Don′t you know they get around?
Don't go walking in the park, boy
You may never be found

There was this important man, man
He saw things he shouldn′t see
Now he's buried in the sand, man
Now he's no one, really no one

Be aware of little ones
Who never say their prayers at night
Take care, my foolish one
You may surely die of fright
Surely die of fright

Go to sleep
The little ones never sleep
No, they never sleep
Have a care that you never meet one
Go to sleep
Oh, just go to sleep

In the city of your dreams, boy
In the darkness of your room
Nothing′s ever what it seems, boy
In the gathering gloom

Well, these children of the night, man
Will have you dancing to their tune
They′ll extinguish all the lights, man
Then you're no one, really no one

Be aware of little ones
Who never say their prayers at night
Take care, my foolish one
You may surely die of fright
Surely die of fright

Go to sleep
The little ones never sleep
No, they never sleep
Have a care that you never meet one
Go to sleep

Oh yeah, just go to sleep