My Baby’s Horse

By Emilie Blackmore Stapp

My baby’s horse is Daddy’s knee;
When nighttime comes he rides away
To Sleepytown by Dreamland Sea;
I love to hear their laughter gay.

Ride, baby, ride, the Sandman bold
Is following close behind you, dear,
But Daddy’s arms will you enfold
And so for you I have no fear.

Your prancing steed is slowing down;
The Sandman’s riding very fast.
Oh, here you are at Sleepytown;
The Sandman’s caught you, dear, at last.

He’ll tie your steed by Dreamland Sea,
And on its shores all night you’ll play,
Then you’ll come riding home to me
To make life sweet another day.