The Sun Travels

The Sun Travels Lyrics

The sun is not a-bed, when I 

At night upon my pillow lie; 

Still round the earth his way he takes, 

And morning after morning makes. 


While here at home, in shining day,

We round the sunny garden play, 

Each little Indian sleepy-head 

Is being kissed and put to bed. 


And when at eve I rise from tea, 

Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea; 

And all the children in the west 

Are getting up and being dressed.