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Every night before bed time

My father sang a song that told of his land

When he fled the famine and arrived

Here in South Dakota, the wild far west

He was young, alone in this world

For two years the harvest went wrong

Winter was knocking angry at the door,

But he did not answered and sailed far away.

And when the night is crawling dark

You feel you're going to fall apart

Just close your eyes and don't forget

This song I'm singing in your bed

Don't be afraid, don't lose control now

My voice will guide you through

No matter what tomorrow bring ya

Their eyes are upon you

He has always loved his freedom

The herdsman life was made for him

He has been charmed by the eyes of a doe

And his days of wandering came to an end.

Then he opened the barber downtown

Evenings spent here at the saloon

Whistling this song while coming home

Suddenly in the dark he disappeared

And when the night is crawling dark