歌詞

Here it comes, that slow sweet tide

Arms up high and mouth open wide

It starts down somewhere in my toes

And up through every muscle goes

A stretch as long as afternoon

A yawn in tune with this slow tune

Rest was made a gift, they say

A little sabbath every day

Yawn, and pass it round the room

The cat caught it, the teapot too

Nothing here needs staying awake

Rest is never a mistake

My book slid down onto my chest

Page forty-two will do its best

To wait for me till I return

Some bridges are in no rush to burn

Yawn, and pass it round the room

The cat caught it, the teapot too

Nothing here needs staying awake

Rest is never a mistake

Mmm... mmm... ahh

Yawn, and pass it round the room

The cat caught it, the teapot too

Nothing here needs staying awake

Rest is never a mistake

Here it goes, that slow sweet tide

Eyes are closing, arms are wide