The September has come to town
A bundle of joy for someone
Blankets and rattles and cradle at scene
And daddy will buy you a play thing
So sleep, my little one
I love you
I'll kiss your eyes
And mummy will pray for you
Cowboys and Indians are all just in fun
And someday you'll want to become one
I'll read you some stories
How the west was won
And let you decide for yourself,son
And sleep, my little one
I love you
I'll kiss your eyes
And mummy will pray for you
Baseball and camping
With mountains to climb
Popsicles flavored with sweet lime
Fishing and rowboats are all just begun
So run with the wind, catch the worm, son
So sleep, my little one
I love you
I'll kiss your eyes
And mummy will pray for you