The stars are shining in my eyes.
The moon has a special glow.
The night birds sing a lullaby,
How heavy my eyelids grow,



I'm drifting off to slumber land,
Where dreams of friends are waiting.
I'll go ahead and meet you there,
No need in us hesitating,



So, for now, I'll say, "Good-night
And may your dreams be sweet,
Good night to you, my dearest friend.
For, soon, in dreamland, we'll meet."