Bed in Summer

In Winter I get up at night

And dress by yellow candle light

In Summer, quite the other way

I have to go to bed by day

I have to go to bed and see

The birds still hopping on the tree

Or hear the grown-up people's feet

Still going past me in the street

And does it not seem hard to you

When all the sky is clear and blue

And I should like so much to play

To have to go to bed by day?

And I should like so much to play

To have to go to bed by day?