You are the Sandman, lord of the dreams;
master of nights, collector of beams.
Shepherds the sheep - By all possible means;
Guardian of sleepers - wrapped in your wings.

To you, Oh Sandman, we cannot resist,
Regardless of how much we try and insist;
In our nightly battle, aids us our wit,
But our failure, Oh Sandman, is so very sweet.

Enter, Oh Sandman - Come with all your wrath;
Take me, Oh Sandman, to your kingdom up north
Come, Oh Sandman, and accomplish your goal;
Take me, Oh Sandman - For thee belongs my soul

Although in your kingdom we all peacefully hive,
Some lucky ones in there, will not survive;
Those were granted the sweetest of all deaths,
And to you, Oh Sandman, they all owe their debts


So enter, Oh Sandman - For all that you're worth;
Take me, Oh Sandman, to your kingdom up north
So come, Oh Sandman, and accomplish your goal;
Take me, Oh Sandman - For thee belongs my soul