Green are the pastures of sleepyland
Fresh are its fields and fair
Wide are its ways and it's wonderful
And my little lamb is there
Oh tall dream shepherd. I pray you'll hear
Fair though your pastures be
Lay down your cares and bring once more
My little white lamb to me
Blue are the skies over sleepyland
Clear are the brooks and bright
With the shepherd who dreamed to the slumber gate
With my little lamb last night