Oh Mom, the dreams are not so bad 
It's just that there's so much to do 
And I'm tired of sleeping 
 
Oh Mom, the old man is telling me something 
His eyes are wide and his mouth is thin 
And I just can't hear what he's saying 
 
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking 
It's just that there's so much to do 
And I'm tired of sleeping 
 
Oh Mom, the kids are playing in pennies 
They're up to their knees in money 
And the dirt of the churchyard steps 
 
Oh Mom, that man he ripped out his lining 
He tore out a piece of his body 
To show us his "clean quilted heart" 
 
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking 
It's just that there's so much to do 
And I'm tired of sleeping 
 
Oh Mom, the bird on the string is hanging 
Her bones are twisting and dancing 
She's fighting for her small life 
 
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking 
It's just that there's so much to do 
And I'm tired of sleeping 
 
Oh Mom, I wonder when I'll be waking 
It's just that there's so much to do 
And I'm tired of sleeping