A Little Girl’s Thoughts
Alice van Leer Carrick
Why does the wind lie down at night
When all the sky is red,
Why does the moon begin to shine
When I am put to bed,
And all the little stars come out
And twinkle overhead?
I see the sun shine all day,
I gather daisies in my play,
But oh, I truly wish that I
Could see the stars bloom in the sky!
I’d love to see the moon shine down,
And silver all the roofs in town,
But always off to sleep I go
Just as the sun is getting low.