Who knows who of you are sleeping
Not a peep
From those of you who love peeping
I take the giants leap
To the sleepers on the rail track
Learn to earn my keep
With the grim-reaper at my back
Towards the sleep
Who knows what secrets you are keeping
Not too steep
For the first, fleet-of-foot, past weeping
I take the minnows creep
To the quieter, dust and darker corner
Learn to slowly fall in deep
Become at one with the candlelit mourner
