My bed is soft

My pillows are clouds

But time is a-ticking,

And I must go.

 

Why? You may ask.

Stay. You may say.

But time is a-ticking,

And I must go.

 

The sun is shining

The clouds are smiling

Sorry, bed, time is a-ticking,

And I must go.

 

What? You may ask.

Look! You may say.

But the clouds are grey,

And the sky is crying.

 

Where? I may ask.

There! You may say.

But the clouds are just resting,

And the raindrops are dancing.

 

This day is calling me

This day is greeting me

Sorry, pillow, time is a-ticking,

And I will go.