Before I Close My Eyes To Sleep,
I Pull Down The Summer Gale Outside
So My Engine Can Be Hot Within,
And My Heart Can Rest Her Beats.
During The Lonely Night,
If My Engine Is Running Too Hot,
I Will Wake To Blow On Its Suface,
Then Wade Back To My‚  Peaceful Dream.
Before I Get Out Of Bed,
I Will Whisper To The Birds
To Fetch The New Gale
For My Lungs To Drink For Breakfast