Sleep, sleep, my baby dear
Don’t cry, or they’ll know that we’re hiding down here
And when it is safe, we will hurry for the plane
And you’ll never remember the war

The sounds of the streets won’t trouble your dreams
As I cover your ears for to block out the screams
The smells of the gun smoke and tear gas and blood
Are only a part of the war

If your father could see you, he’d be so full of pride
He protected us well, and by this he died
He’s gone on to a place that is peaceful and bright
And he’ll never be living a war

Reprinted with permission.
©1993 Beth Waggoner Patterson

 www.bethpattersonmusic.com

Illustration by Morgan Wagner