He walks on clouds through endless night
Ever keeping one step ahead of the daylight
Endlessly circling the world of sleep
Trawling and dredging subconscious deep
Sandman never ever heard or seen
Broadcasting always the stuff of dreams
Here nice thoughts to ease a troubled mind
There harsh nightmare for one found unkind
A lover sighs a lover's contented breath
A dying dreams his way to seamless death
Some dreamers laugh some dreamers even cry
As his measured walk carries him steadily by
Sandman in his peculiar way
Eases our paths to coming day
His considerate care knows no bounds
As he walks on clouds in his endless round