Joss Stone - Sleep Like a Child Lyrics
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Sleep Like a Child
Sleep Like a Child Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For Sleep Like a Child By Joss Stone?
Tonight when the darkness comes
Why don't we treat it like a friend Then we'll both be glad to see the night And we'll be hoping It's never going to end So don't be afraid of what the night-time may bring You must understand that you can dream of anything [Chorus:] So fall into sleep Peaceful and deep And may this journey help you fly When you can't hold out much longer Don't you cry When the darkness is getting stronger Sleep like a child Peaceful and deep And when you lay you down I pray your soul to keep Sleep like a child Peaceful and deep And when you lay you down I pray your soul to keep You won't be alone For I will not be denied Under the darkest of skies I'm gonna be by your side [Chorus] Well I know I can see it in your eyes You're tired of fighting everyday Trying to struggle through the night Yes I know that it's hard to carry on So just lay down your head And in your dreams you will be strong Sleep like a child Peaceful and deep And when you lay you down I pray your soul to keep Oh like a child Peaceful and deep Sleep like a child Peaceful and deep And I when you lay you down I pray your soul to keep |
Who Wrote Sleep Like a Child By Joss Stone?
Patrick Anthony Seymour
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What's The Duration Of The Sleep Like a Child By Joss Stone?The duration of Sleep Like a Child is 5:19 minutes and seconds. |
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