No girls allowed in the back of the van
No crying now or holding hands
No long-neck birds with its head in its hands
No foreign papers exchanging hands
That lonely siren song you've been hearing in your dream
Is just a chapel bell and it wakes you every evening
A lonesome song, but it's someone else's blues
Sleep
Sleep
Ring me to sleep
No signs or sirens to keep us out
No silver lining or song about
No mound of islands can make this out
No mound of island can make this out
That lonely siren song you've been hearing in your dream
Is just a chapel bell and it wakes you every evening
A lonesome song, but it's someone else's blues
Sleep
Sleep
Ring me to sleep
There's no time to fall in love